OLIVIA
When I stepped into the boardroom, the first thing I did was adjust my glasses. My eyes were still a little swollen, and I prayed no one would notice.
The room was already full—a long, polished table stretching across the space, surrounded by men and women sitting neatly in their places. Papers, pens, and bottles of water were lined up in front of each of them like a setup for something serious.
They all stood the moment I walked in.
“Good day, Miss Monroe,” said Mr. Fredrick, the CEO of Flexx, as he rose from the head of the table and walked toward me. He looked older, his hair gray at the sides and his suit perfectly pressed.
He extended his hand with a polite smile. “Thank you for coming.”
I slipped my hand into his, keeping my smile warm. “Thank you for inviting me. It’s a
