Olivia's POV
"Sir?" I croaked, not believing my ears. My voice came out like a dying frog.
"I said we are both taking the bed. No one is sleeping on the couch after such a tiring trip."
*Tiring?* I wanted to laugh. The only tiring thing about this trip was trying to maintain my composure while sitting opposite him on that plane.
I tried wearing a smile I didn't feel, as I managed to keep my voice steady. "Thank you for being so considerate, sir. But I'm not tired at all. The sofa would do just fine."
"We are not arguing this, Hopton. It is settled. You are sleeping on the bed. I want you sharp and alert tomorrow."
His tone was final. Cold. No room for argument.
Why was he so adamant about this? Other bosses would be delighted to have their assistant sleep on the sofa. Hell, other bosses would demand that their assistant use the sofa. So why was he so serious about this?
