Chapter 16: OLIVE’s POV
My eyes had been glued to my phone for what felt like hours, checking every few minutes, even though only seconds had passed, waiting for some kind of message, call, or sign that this was really happening and I hadn't just imagined the whole conversation.
It was 6:30 when my phone finally rang, an unknown number flashing across the screen, and I answered so fast I didn't even think about who it might be or what they might want.
"Miss Monroe?" A professional voice came through, polite and formal. "I'm outside your hotel. Mr. Mercer sent me to pick you up."
My stomach did a weird flip thing that I refused to analyze too closely, and I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs before I could talk myself out of this entire insane situation.
The car waiting outside wasn'
