Olivia's POV
I tried hiding the suitcase behind my back, but we both knew it was impossible. The thing was practically the size of a small refrigerator, and I looked like a child trying to hide a stolen cookie jar.
Maxwell watched my pathetic attempt and just shook his head in wonder, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.
"Do you know that ever since I employed you, you've been acting damn crazy?" He asked, his voice filled with sleep and fatigue.
"I'm so sorry sir, I can explain this situation…"
"No, you can't." He cut me off with a wave of his hand. "Because there's no possible explanation for playing with your suitcase in the bathroom at 12 midnight, Hopton. Hope you don't act this crazy towards my cat, because I won't take it."
I opened my mouth to explain, even though I had absolutely nothing to say.
