Olivia's POV
The noise coming from Maxwell's executive bathroom was loudly horrific.
It sounded like a war zone. Like someone was dying in there. Explosions and groans and sounds that no human should ever have to hear from another human, let alone their boss.
I tried to hold it in. I really, genuinely tried.
But it was impossible.
A snort escaped from me first. Then a giggle. Then another. And before I knew it, I was throwing my head back and laughing out loud, belly laughs that made my sides ache and tears stream down my face.
This was pure, beautiful, karma.
The same Maxwell who'd made me clean his precious bathroom for the crime of getting dressed in it, was now destroying that same bathroom with what sounded like the apocalypse of all bowel movements.
"OLIVER!" His voice came from behind the bathroom door, strained and desperate and furious.
I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle my laughter, but it was too late. He'd definitely heard me.
