Olivia's POV
I didn't know this was going to happen!
I had envisioned myself sitting very far away from Maxwell, hurrying up with my food, then fleeing upstairs to my room. I certainly hadn't imagined myself sitting in between Alex and Gabriel - lika a sardine - and directly across from Damien.
Oh my God. What am I going to do now? This is a nightmare.
"Oliver," Alex said warmly, "we really can't thank you enough for taking care of Maxwell in Chicago. Damien told us you were the one who found him and got him to the hospital."
"It was nothing," I mumbled, studying the intricate pattern on my plate with intense focus. "He's my boss. Anyone in my position would have done the same."
"Not true," Gabriel interjected. "Most assistants would have panicked or called someone else to handle it. You took charge of the situation smartly. And you also called Alex when you knew nothing of Max's medical history."
