Olivia's POV
Alex's office - the same place I'd been avoiding - suddenly felt like a sanctuary after the nightmare I'd just experienced with Maxwell this morning.
*Is like the man is intentionally trying to give me a heart attack.*
I collapsed into the chair across from Alex's desk, my legs still shaking slightly.
"Coffee?" Alex asked, already pouring two cups from his personal coffee machine. "You look like you need it."
"Please," I managed, my voice sounding drained.
He handed me a cup and a plate of chocolate biscuits, settling into his own chair across from me.
We sat in silence for exactly thirty seconds.
Then we both burst out laughing.
"Oh my God!" Alex gasped, "Did you see his face? I have never - and I mean *never* - seen Maxwell look that disoriented in my entire life!"
I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. "He looked like he'd been struck by lightning!"
