Olivia's POV
I staggered out of Maxwell's office, his final words still ringing in my ears like a death sentence.
*Get out of my office, and don't come back.*
The hallway seemed blurry before me, and I felt like I was walking through water. My legs moved aimlessly, carrying me forward while my mind remained frozen in shock. Fired. I'd been fired. On my first day.
I kept walking, my feet somehow finding their way to what had been my office just yesterday. The nameplate outside still read "Oliver Hopton, Junior Associate" - a very bitter reminder of how quickly everything had fallen apart.
All because of one evil man.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside, feeling completely numb. The office was exactly as I'd left it - a few personal items scattered on the desk, a coffee mug I'd brought from home, some legal pads with my notes from the Megan merger. Evidence of a life that had lasted less than a week.
