Chapter 69: OLIVE's POV
My car made a loud screech as I pulled into the Hopkins Company parking lot, tires protesting against the asphalt as I took the turn too fast, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles had gone white.
I took a sharp breath, trying to steady the panic clawing at my chest, and grabbed my sunglasses from the passenger seat—oversized, dark, the kind celebrities wore when they were trying to hide from paparazzi.
I stepped out of the car, ignoring the immediate stares from people in the parking lot. A woman getting out of her BMW. Two men in suits smoking by the entrance. A security guard whose eyes widened the second he recognized me.
I could practically hear their thoughts—‘There she is. The girl from the video. The one who tried to con Zane Mercer.’
