Clara Quinn shot Olivia Wynne an arrogant glance, snorted, and stalked off in her high heels.
Olivia Wynne shook her head, then walked toward the elevators.
'She's gotten smarter. She didn't scream and yell at me this time.'
'Still, when I get back, I need to look into Clara Quinn. How can she still show her face at the company when the scandal online is this huge?'
When Olivia Wynne returned to the parking garage, Zachary Fairchild was still sitting in the car. He waited for her to get in before driving home.
Olivia Wynne was quiet on the drive home. She didn't mention that she had to go to The Northwest to film her show, deciding to tell him about it after they arrived.
After Olivia Wynne and Zachary Fairchild arrived home, he went into the study, while she sat in the living room on her phone.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow throughout the room.
Olivia Wynne sat on the sofa, scrolling through social media on her phone with a serious expression.
