Olivia's POV
I burst through the apartment door like a tornado, my chest heaving as if I'd run a marathon instead of just sprinting four blocks from the subway station. My appearance was a mess - hair disheveled, tie askew, and I could feel the prosthetic on my nose starting to slip from all the sweating.
"Kira!" I called out desperately, my voice cracking between Oliver's deep tone and my natural pitch. "KIRA!"
She emerged from the kitchen with a sandwich in one hand and a confused expression on her face. "Liv? What are you..." She stopped mid-sentence, taking in my panicked appearance. "Oh my God, what happened? Did someone in your office recognize you?"
I collapsed onto our couch, burying my face in my hands. "Worse. So much worse."
Kira immediately set down her sandwich and rushed over, sitting beside me. "Okay, breathe. Now tell me everything."
"The CEO," I gasped between ragged breaths. "The CEO of Wellington and Sons... it's Dr. Heart."
