Vintage Cellar
Olivia's furious protests echoed through the lobby as two security guards escorted her to the elevator. Her arms flailed, and her voice was shrill. "Let me go! You can't treat me like this!"
One of the guards, unfazed, pressed the elevator button. "The Chairwoman wants to see you," he replied curtly.
Olivia huffed, her frustration spilling over as she was all but dragged inside the elevator. Her heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor, the sound betraying her rising temper.
When the elevator doors opened, Olivia was led to Stephanie's office. Stephanie's secretary knocked once, opened the door, and gestured for Olivia to step inside.
"Aunt, I heard you wanted to see me," Olivia said, her voice laced with irritation as she found a seat for herself without waiting for permission.
