When Olivia arrived, Claire was lying face down on the bed looking calm, but something about the way she lay there made her seem heartbreakingly fragile.
"What happened?" Olivia crouched beside the bed, speaking softly.
Claire focused her gaze slowly. The embarrassing scene in the elevator had somehow taken the edge off her earlier emotions—her mind had cleared. She quietly walked Olivia through everything that had happened at the company, keeping her voice steady the whole time.
But Olivia wasn’t calm—she was fuming.
"You’re still at the company, and that jerk couldn’t wait to bring that witch in to flaunt around? Broad daylight acting like animals, and then he dares to push you?!"
"He must be out of his damn mind! Not even trying to hide it anymore—shameless doesn’t even
