Olivia's POV
"Excuse me?"
I knew Maxwell was a jerk - God knows It wasn't a secret - but this? This wasn't the reaction I was expecting. Not even close.
Sometimes I wondered if the man was actually crazy. Calm one moment, then rude and accusatory the next. What the hell was his problem? Did he have some kind of personality disorder? Multiple personalities? Was he possessed?
He waved his hand dismissively, like I was an annoying fly buzzing around his head. "Stop standing there like a statue and sit down."
What the fuck!
The casual dismissal, the complete lack of remorse for his accusations, the sheer audacity - that did it.
If he was crazy, I wouldn't be here to partake in it.
I turned on my heel and started walking toward the exit, my body radiating fury.
"Olivia." His voice came from behind me in a commanding tone.
I didn't answer. Didn't even slow down. I was done. Completely done.
"Olivia, wait."
