Olivia's POV
I stared at Kennedy, my breath caught in disbelief.
"What? Why would you even suggest that? Why would you suggest I go work for Maxwell?"
He didn't look away. Kennedy rarely backed down from confrontation, but this time, there was a flicker of hesitation, doubt, and maybe guilt shadowing his eyes.
"Because…" He paused, studying my face as though searching for the safest words to say.
My heart stopped mid-beat, a cold panic rising behind my ribs.
Wait. This cannot be. "Kennedy. Does Maxwell know I'm Oliver?"
His response was fast. "No," he said quickly. "He doesn't know."
I exhaled, but relief only muddled the confusion swirling inside of me. "Then why do you think I should work for him now? Of all people? I left as Oliver, on a clean slate. Don't you think he'll figure everything out if I return there?"
