Olivia's POV
This cannot be happening. I can't keep giving in to his request all the time, I should atleast try to get out of this one.
"Why aren't we going to the company today?" I asked finally, trying to sound like a serious employee who actually wanted to go work, when all I needed was a break.
Maxwell leaned back in his chair, one hand coming up to rub his chest absently. "My pneumonia. Don't tell me you've forgotten already, Oliver?"
His pneumonia? Weren't we done with that already? "Sir, sorry to say this… but I thought you were better now. You seemed completely fine last night."
"It started up again during the night," he said, his expression neutral. "Minor flare-up. Nothing too serious, but I think it's best I work from home today rather than risk making it worse."
I didn't even know when I moved until I was standing right in front of him, concern enveloping me. "Are you okay? Do you need anything? Should we call the doctor?"
