Olivia's POV
Immediately the elevator doors opened to the reception area, and I stepped into the hallway, a new panic gripped me. Patricia. She would be waiting for me, ready to escort me out with my termination letter. Accepting that letter meant accepting my faith, and accepting my faith meant letting Maxwell step all over me simply because he couldn't handle his girlfriend.
Douchebag!!
I wouldn't let her see me. Not when I finally had hope that this nightmare might end.
I advanced toward the hallway, keeping my head down and walking quickly past the reception desk where Patricia sat, chatting with a staff. The security guard barely glanced at me as I pushed through the doors and stepped onto the street.
The cool air hit my face, and I realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled slowly, looking around at the city street. People hurried past me, everyone with somewhere to go, someone to be. Everyone except me.
