"Please, come and have a seat."
Olivia walked in, her heels clicking against the floor, her hips swaying in praise of her presence. She gave Philip a blank look, but the slight twitch in her eyes betrayed her bottled inside of her.
"You could have been man enough to call me here yourself," she said coolly. "Not hiding behind the mask of an investor."
Philip clenched his jaw.
"Don't pull a chair for me. I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself." Olivia snapped.
"I can see that," Philip replied, settling into the seat without taking his eyes off her. "You look beautiful," Philip added, his voice quiet, almost unsure.
They both sat. Silence danced between them before she cut through it.
"You know what? Just get to the point," Olivia said sharply. "I've got a lot to do before the day ends, and entertaining ghosts from the past isn't on the list."
"Yeah, yeah… I just…"
