Olivia’s POV
When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was check my phone. Still nothing from Enzo.
Frowning, I got up and made my way to the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee. The silence in my apartment felt heavier than usual, almost oppressive. I sipped my coffee and tried to shake off the feeling, convincing myself that Enzo’s absence was a good thing. Maybe he’d finally realized I wasn’t going to bow to his whims.
I dressed quickly, choosing a simple blouse and skirt—my usual office attire. As I sipped my coffee and ran through the day’s to-do list in my mind, I reminded myself that work would be a welcome distraction from Alpha Enzo and his overbearing ways.
By the time I arrived at the office, the atmosphere was as bustling as always. People shuffled back and
