-Third-person point of view-
Olivia breezed into Alex’s office, her expression radiating an infectious joy that clashed sharply with the somber atmosphere.
With an air of enthusiasm, she strolled up to his desk, her eyes brimming with anticipation. “Hi,” she greeted, her tone light and cheerful, “I heard you were looking for me.” Gracefully, she settled into a chair, her posture relaxed, as if she carried not a care in the world.
But to Alex, her behavior was annoying. For the first time, he couldn’t help but be irked by her cheerful spirit.
Why was she grinning so brightly when the air was thick with tension? Couldn’t she sense the palpable unease that pervaded the room?
It was as if she couldn’t read the atmosphere, or worse, chose not to.
Olivia’s gaze wandered around the offic
