Olivia's POV
"First," Maxwell began, moving back to lean against his desk with his arms crossed, "you will fetch my coffee every morning on your way to work. I take it black, from Taylor's Cafe across the street. Not the chain coffee place downstairs, not whatever swill you might prefer - Taylor's. They know my order."
*Of course he has a specific coffee place. Of course he can't just drink normal coffee like a normal human being.*
"You will arrive at the office no later than 8:15 AM to ensure my coffee is on my desk by 8:30," he continued. "This is non-negotiable."
I nodded, making mental notes. "Understood, sir."
"Second," his eyes were fixed on me like lasers, "you will carry my briefcase, laptop bag, and any other luggage I may require transport for. I shouldn't have to burden myself with such menial tasks when I have an assistant."
*A pack mule. He wants me to be his personal pack mule.*
"Of course, Mr. Wellington," I said through gritted teeth.
