Olivia's POV
I cried for what felt like hours, though it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes. My chest heaved with each sob, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. I thought I could do this - maintain the charade, outsmart Maxwell Wellington, prove myself worthy. But it was becoming more difficult by the second. It hadn't even been a whole day since Maxwell resumed his role as CEO, and my life was already falling apart.
When the tears finally subsided, I sat in the silence of the bathroom stall, staring at my trembling hands. My makeup was probably ruined, my disguise compromised by my emotional breakdown. I couldn't afford to look weak. Not now. Not when I already in too deep.
Slowly, I pulled out my compact mirror with shaking fingers. The reflection that stared back at me was a mess - mascara smudged beneath my eyes, the contouring around my jawline smeared from wiping away tears. But the basic structure of Oliver's face remained intact.
