Olivia's pov
This was ridiculous. I thought to myself as my phone finally went silent and the elevator was peaceful once again. Of all times to blow up my phone, my crazy ex chose this moment? My Oliver moment?
The elevator dinged, and Maxwell stepped out, looking up ahead like someone wasn't by his side. I followed behind with his bag when my phone rang out loud again.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," I whispered, then realized I had no choice. I had to answer before Maxwell started asking questions.
I cleared my throat, and swiped to answer.
"Hello, Mr. David or whoever you are," I started in my most masculine voice. "This is a wrong number. Please stop calling this line."
Without waiting for a response, I immediately ended the call, silenced it and shoved the phone back into my pocket, hoping that would be the end of it.
Maxwell turned toward me, his eyebrow raised. "Who was that?"
