Olivia

The elevator doors slid open on the executive floor. Alexander's hand fell away from my back as we separated, heading in opposite directions toward our offices.

"See you later," he called over his shoulder.

I nodded, already pulling out my phone to check emails.

Dylan was waiting outside my office, tablet in hand, and a coffee cup. "Morning, boss. You look like you need this more than I do."

"You're a saint." I grabbed the cup ...