he Great Mor

perfect, the sheets were soft, the room was quiet, and the sun was filtering through the curtains in a gold

o...

g a bird's nest from a horror movie. Her

45 a

at. The meeting was in 30 min

I set an ear

her crashing to the floor in a heap. She groaned, staring up a

together

ise. Her hair was a riotous mess, her mascara from last night had smudged into panda e

she muttered to herself. "I'v

f a raccoon rifling through a garbage bin, all while awkwardly

t over her head as she ran a brush through her hair. It wasn't great, but it would have to d

n some lip gloss, barely avoidin

you're going to

her assistant and sister, which

eting starts in twenty minutes, and

g as she stumbled around the apartment, searchi

vinced. "You sound like

on one foot as she finally found her

the other end. "You're n

her not-so-impressive outfit. "T

gro

Liv. Please, please don't mak

ene. G

g as she did that she had put on misma

-

out of patience, and just... out of dignity. She ran through the revolving door,

the elevator to take its sweet time. Olivia jabbed the bu

he button for the eighth floor. She took a deep breath,

to close, a hand stopped the

ionaire with his crisp suit and casual confidence. His presence immediately sent her heart in

rk, clearly noticing her sta

mile. "Just fa

cing down at her mismatche

h embarrassment. 'Of cour

ning against the wall, completely composed, while Olivia tried h

f the elevator like her life depended on it, giv

to a chair just as the production team turned to look at her. There was Vivian, the stone-faced CEO o

d her with a tight smile.

ing to act casual. "Yes, sorry

sion was far from impressed. "Le

ne buzzed on the table. She glanced down and saw a text

ed in a room with high-powered execs and no escape f

-

tay focused. Every time she looked across the table, Ethan's amused gaze met hers,

motional events. Olivia, who had zoned out imagining what Ethan's mornin

g she hadn't just agreed to skydiv

ou're free next month for th

mach dropped

f her schedule for a tour she wasn'

-

r the table and never come out. But just as she was about to make

livia," he said, his voic

. "I'm sure you enjoyed every

t a little. But you're still s

him a weary smile. "I'll be more

aning in slightly. "I find

ing Olivia standing there, flus

ce room, she sighed to herself. "W

y: 'You're trending. Apparently, m

shoving her phon

ered to herself, "I'm