Maxwell's POV
I watched Olivia's face carefully as I addressed her directly. "Would you like to stay for this consultation, Olivia?"
She shook her head quickly, already rising from her chair. "No, I'd rather leave."
But before she could take more than a step toward the door, David's voice stopped her.
"Where are you going?" He tilted his head towards her. "Aren't you already working in this company?"
I raised an eyebrow, his words grabbing my full attention. "What exactly do you mean by that, Mr. Banks?"
Instead of answering me, David turned his gaze fully on Olivia, and I watched something pass between them - something hidden and secretive. Whatever silent communication occurred in that moment, it was enough to make Olivia sink back down into her chair with obvious reluctance.
The moment she settled back into the seat, David reached over and grabbed her hands, his fingers closing around hers with possessiveness.
