Olivia's POV
No.
No. No. No. No.
"Tokyo?" I repeated, my mind racing. "Tomorrow?"
"Is that a problem?"
Yes! I wanted to scream. I have a vacation planned with Gabriel! I'm supposed to be escaping!
But I knew Maxwell. Knew that stubborn set to his jaw, that calculating look in his eyes. If I refused, he'd find a way to force me. He'd probably drag me onto the plane himself if necessary.
"No problem at all, sir," I heard myself say, "I'll start packing now."
"Good." Maxwell's eyes locked with mine, and there was something in them I couldn't quite read. "Pack for formal occasions. We'll be attending several high-profile events. I need you presentable."
"Of course."
"And Oliver?"
"Yes?"
"Bring your passport. We leave at six AM sharp. Don't be late."
I nodded and left the study, my mind whirling.
Six AM. He expected me to be ready at six AM.
Well, I wouldn't be here at six AM. I'd be long gone.
