It had been twenty hours since Olivia left Henry Lin wearing his birthday suit in the flooded master bedroom ensuite.
The image occasionally made her snicker in her seat. Forget about hearing him plead and ask for forgiveness.
She knew the man had an ego as thick as a boulder. If Henry would truly apologize from the heart, that's just the cherry on top of the icing.
Chortling, Olivia shook her head to refocus her attention.
Per their last conversation, she waited for Oliver to pick her up in Oakwood Capital, and any minute, Oliver would arrive.
In the meantime, Olivia busied herself with reading a contract her lawyer drafted for the person she had in mind for her CEO position.
A soft knock rapped on the door.
"Come in," Olivia said.
The door swung open and in came Secretary Gail with a box in her hand.
