"May I see a copy of your proposal, Olivia?" Raya asked smoothly, setting her fork down and wiping her mouth with her linen napkin.
Olivia hesitated, her eyes darting to Killian for a brief second before she reluctantly reached into her designer tote. "Yes. I have a physical lookbook right here."
Raya offered a warm but thoroughly commanding smile, tapping the sleek screen of her tablet. "Actually, if you could just email it to me, that would be much better. Safer than risking any stray grease from this incredible lunch getting on your physical pages."
"Of course," Olivia murmured, pulling out her phone and quickly tapping the screen to forward the file.
Right on cue, the waiter reappeared at Raya's elbow, placing a fresh, sweating glass of her premium whiskey on the white tablecloth.
