LUCIEN

Olivia James, who is now standing in my office, does not look like she came here for a business meeting. Her floor-length red dress and excessive makeup belonged to someone who was going to a cocktail party and not the board. The dress exposed enough cleavage; it was safe to say she did it to get some kind of attention. Her hair was done extravagantly.

"Very lovely to make your acquaintance." She stretched her hand to me in a coy manner as she leaned forward, the table separating us. ...