When Olivia Wynne arrived in the main lobby carrying a lunch box, the hall was quiet. The staff had all gone to eat.
As she rode the elevator upstairs, she was the only one inside. The silence was almost eerie.
Olivia Wynne breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out of the elevator and hurried toward Zachary Fairchild's office.
'He's a man, and it's been almost a whole day. Surely he's not still angry, right?'
Standing outside Zachary Fairchild's office, Olivia Wynne hesitated for a long moment before slowly raising her hand and knocking deliberately, one tap at a time.
The man sitting in his office chair, reviewing documents, heard the very first knock. But he remained silent. Only after the fifth knock did Zachary Fairchild finally speak, his voice deep.
"Come in."
When the familiar voice reached her ears, Olivia Wynne suddenly felt a pang in her heart.
