Olivia's brain almost exploded at the thought of grabbing the wrong hand. She let out a quiet sigh of relief upon seeing the jaguar cufflink staring at her with its judging diamond eyes.
"Thanks," she whispered, squeezing Maxen's hand. Her eyes then darted to Konstantin who was holding out a pocket square too. "I'm covered. Thank you."
She pressed the pocket square on her nose one last time, and when she felt the sting was gone, she faced Konstantin, looking at him with a fresh perspective. Something about that partnership felt out of place and a nagging feeling crept up her stomach. An underground bank and a surveillance company entering a partnership screamed robbery in broad daylight.
A tight smile curved his lips as Olivia took her time to formulate which words to say and she knew he could see uncertainty swirl in her eyes with the way his jaw moved as if he was grinding his teeth. "I'll look forward to your email, Mr. Ivanov."
