The tea was still steaming when Natalia Vasiliev left Olivia's office after receiving the custom-made solution for her nail extension.
Shifting her sight from the untouched teacup, Olivia kept her stare at the document on the table.
Natalia's signature hasn't dried up yet, and the ink glimmered as the sunlight filtered through the window.
Subconsciously, Olivia smiled, happy that she didn't need to use as much force as she anticipated on Natalia Vasiliev to get the documents signed.
It was the thinnest document that Olivia had in file to date but it felt as if she conquered the world with it. It was a five-page document ensuring that Natalia Vasiliev wouldn't pull something as nasty as burning the painting or stealing from Olivia's apartment.
