Kylie POV

“Ms. Anne, your 10 AM appointment is here,” the female employee managing the front desk informed me over the phone. “Mrs. Olivia Wilson has just arrived.”

I was in my office—the corner office allotted to me by virtue of my designation as the General Manager of Logan’s pharmaceutical company, Novalife. The client I was scheduled to meet, the person who would bring me one step closer to my objective, had arrived for a meeting. She was ...