Chapter 70: OLIVE's POV
Brenda squeezed my arm once before pushing open the heavy conference room doors.
The second we stepped inside, every head turned toward us.
No—toward me.
The conference room was massive, the dark wood and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seattle. A long table dominated the center of the space, surrounded by leather chairs.
And sitting in those chairs were some of the most powerful people in Chicago's sports and business world.
Grayson sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable—that CEO mask he wore when he was trying not to show emotion. But I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers were pressed flat against the table like he was physically restraining himself.
Beside him sat Marcus and Fiona—two of the senior board members I re
