Olivia's POV
The alarm clock jolted me awake at 6:30 AM, but I'd barely slept anyway. My mind had been racing all night, replaying every humiliating moment from yesterday and dreading what today might bring as Maxwell Wellington's executive assistant.
I rolled over and immediately froze. Through the thin walls of our apartment, I could hear the sound of my mother's voice coming from the kitchen. She was already awake, probably making coffee and preparing for what she'd promised would be a "serious conversation" with me.
*Shit.*
I grabbed my phone and checked the time. I needed to be at the office by 8:30 AM for my first day as Max's assistant. That gave me less than two hours to somehow get past my mother, transform into Oliver, and make it across town to Wellington and Sons.
The problem was, Mom had positioned herself like a guard dog between me and the front door. There was no way I could slip past her in my Oliver disguise without causing her a heart attack.
I needed backup.
