CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN: DARK ROOM

Olivia’s POV

I had never been fond of Richard—his smug demeanor and ruthless ambition were everything I despised. But today, I needed information, and he was the only one who could provide it and since I was at the Company, why not?

Richard looked up from his desk, his expression was one of genuine surprise. He adjusted his glasses and leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk that barely masked his curiosity.

“Olivia Clarke in my office….hell must be freezing over.” he said, his voice dripped with mockery and intrigue. “Or perhaps you are in the wrong office, your sugar boy is down the hall”

I fixed him with a cold stare, trying to keep my emotions in check. “Cut the crap, I want to know what Simon has planned for Alexander.” My voice was steady, though my heart raced beneath the surface.

Richard’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Simon? Why would I know what he’s planning? Why not ask him directly.”

I crossed my arms, frustration seething just bene