Olivia's POV
After I managed to drive us out of the garage - which took an extra fifteen minutes - I turned to Maxwell for his address.
"Where exactly am I driving you, sir?" I asked, trying to keep my Oliver voice steady while gripping the steering wheel like my life depended on it.
Maxwell didn't even look at me. Instead, he leaned forward and spoke to his car's GPS system.
"Home," he commanded, and immediately the car's display screen lit up with a navigation system showing his location.
I stared at the screen in confusion. The address was displayed clearly, but the route looked like a maze of streets and turns that might as well have been written in ancient Greek.
"Just follow the blue line, Mr. Hopton," Maxwell said dryly, settling back into his seat. "Even you should be able to manage that."
*Follow the blue line. Right. How hard could it be?*
