Olivia's POV
I sat in my mini desk across from Maxwell's imposing but very far away desk, heaving like I'd just run a marathon race and glaring at him like he should just fall and die.
Let's recap how we got here...
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**Fifteen minutes earlier...**
"Now that we've covered your responsibilities," Maxwell had said, standing up from his chair with the air of a man who was about to make my life more miserable, "let's discuss your workspace."
I looked around his spacious office hopefully. Maybe he'd give me the nice seating area by the windows? Or perhaps that very cute side table near the bookshelf?
But instead, Maxwell walked to the far end of his office - so close to the door that if someone forcefully opened it, the person sitting there would get banged in the head - and pointed to a narrow space that looked more like a punishment corner than a workspace.
"Your desk will go right here," he announced cheerfully.
I blinked at the spot. "Here? Right by the door?"
