Olivia's POV
It was an hour later, after Maxwell dropped the bomb of David's arrival, but my heart was still racing like hell.
The clock was ticking slowly, and the morning dragged on like a slow-motion nightmare.
David Banks. 1 PM. My stomach churned with the kind of anxiety that made me want to crawl under my desk and never come out.
Maxwell had been unusually quiet all morning, typing away at his computer like a hardworking bee.
Every few minutes, I'd catch him glancing in my direction, and I couldn't shake the weird feeling that he was studying me.
Does he know? Does he actually know I'm not Oliver?
By the time lunch break arrived, I was practically vibrating with panic. I needed Julian. I needed his rational thinking and his plan about testing Maxwell.
