"You don't have to go to the trouble of bringing it back. If it's inconvenient to have your assistant send it down, I can come up and get it." Olivia Wynne scanned the lobby. Seeing no one suspicious, she decided to go up and get the file herself.
She was desperate to find out who had drugged her predecessor and didn't want to wait any longer.
Zachary Fairchild's middle finger tapped lightly on the desk, but he wouldn't budge. "I'm having you come back at noon not just for this file, but because I have other things to discuss with you."
"If you have something to say, we can just as easily talk in your office now."
Olivia Wynne stood her ground.
Zachary Fairchild lowered his gaze slightly.
"Come on up."
After pushing open the door to Zachary Fairchild's office, Olivia Wynne closed it behind her before walking toward him.
"What was it you needed to say in person?"
