Olivia's POV
Maxwell glanced up from his computer screen with the distracted air of someone expecting to see his assistant. But the moment his eyes focused on me - really saw me - his entire body went rigid.
His fingers froze over the keyboard. His lips parted slightly, as if he'd been about to say something but the words had simply evaporated. For several long seconds, he just stared at me, his green eyes wide with shock.
Then, as if suddenly remembering himself, his gaze darted quickly to Oliver's empty desk behind me before snapping back to my face.
That look - that quick, telling glance at the assistant's desk - sent a thrill of vindication through me. Julian had been right. Maxwell knew exactly who I was.
"Why are you looking at the desk?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual as I moved closer to his desk.
Maxwell blinked, as if my question had broken whatever spell he'd been under. "I... what are you doing here, Olivia?"
