Olivia's POV
Oh God, he knows. He knows I enjoyed last night. He knows I want to stay. He knows…
But no. That was impossible. He was just being his usual infuriatingly perceptive self.
"I want Mitchell found," I said firmly, even though my face was burning. "I'm asking for permission just in case. I don't want to assume…"
"You can go." He cut me off, settling back into his seat. "My driver will take you."
Relief flooded through me. "Thank you, but I'd prefer to go alone. It's just a family lunch, and I don't want to inconvenience…"
"Jones will drive you."
"Sir, really, I can take a cab or the subway…"
"Jones will drive you." His tone left no room for argument. "You're still technically under my supervision until Mitchell is found. Which means you don't go anywhere without my driver. Non-negotiable."
I wanted to argue. Wanted to insist on my independence and my right to take public transportation like a normal person.
