"Come in." Mr Wesley called out from behind the heavy oakwood door, his voice muffled but audible.

I took a deep breath and pulled it open, stepping inside and closing it firmly behind me. His head shot up, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually composed features. "Olivia," he said, a warm smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Have a seat."

"Thank you." I murmured, settling into the chair opposite his large desk

"What can I do for you, Olivia?" He asks, leaning back in his ...