Olivia's POV
"You can't be serious."
"Deadly serious." He gestured to the desk. "Sit. Work. Prove to me that you actually want to be productive."
This was insane.
But arguing would only waste time, and the faster I got through these files, the faster I could escape back to my room.
I sat down at his desk, spreading out the files, and tried to focus on the legal jargon in front of me.
It was impossible.
Not just because the legalese was dense and complicated, but because I could feel Maxwell's eyes on me. Watching. Always watching.
I'd been working for maybe twenty minutes when I heard his voice.
"Come up."
I looked up sharply, confused, until I realized he wasn't talking to me.
He was on his phone.
"Yes, now," he continued, his eyes still fixed on me. "My room."
Oh God. What was he planning now?
He ended the call and set his phone aside, that insufferable smirk returning to his face.
"Sir..." I started, dread pooling in my stomach.
