Olivia's POV
After leaving that toilet water on Maxwell's desk, I grabbed my phone and my wallet and headed out of the office for lunch.
My heart was still racing with the audacity of what I'd just done. Part of me was terrified - what if the water kills him or something? Who knew what these wealthy people's bowels were made of - but a larger, more vindictive part of me was practically glowing with satisfaction.
That's what you get for making me scrub your already-clean bathroom, you arrogant ass.
Luckily, Julian had given me his number back in the restroom, typing it into my phone while I'd sat on the floor still shaking like a leave. "Call me during lunch. You need to tell me exactly what Ken said."
He'd also been incredibly kind - while I was changing in the men's restroom, he had apparently gone back to Taylor's and gotten the iced tea Maxwell had originally requested, making it easier for me to save time.
