Olivia's POV
I arrived at the office in the best mood I'd had in weeks.
The morning air was clean and fresh, the sun was bright, and for once, things were actually looking up. I'd dealt with Maxwell yesterday in the most satisfying way possible, my brother was coming home after three long years, and I'd had a full night's sleep on a work night.
Life is good.
I was humming as I walked through the building lobby - some ridiculous pop song that had been stuck in my head since breakfast. I hummed in the elevator. Hummed down the hallway. Even hummed as I unlocked Maxwell's office door and stepped inside.
The humming stopped abruptly.
Maxwell was already there.
Of course he was.
He was sitting pretty at his desk, looking infuriatingly well-rested and perfectly well. His hair was well styled, his tie perfectly knotted, and he looked like someone who definitely hadn't spent yesterday afternoon destroying his bathroom.
