Chapter 8

Emily carefully placed a steaming cup of coffee on Oliver's desk, interrupting his usual routine of reading reports. Oliver glanced up, a faint smile gracing his lips at the sight of his favorite afternoon coffee.

"Thanks, Ms. Collins," Oliver said, acknowledging her with a nod.

"Sir," Emily began, "I think it's about time we put our plan into action, don't you think?"

“Ah, right on cue. I've been waiting for this. How about we meet at my penthouse after work? We can discuss the details without interruptions."

"That sounds good, Sir. I still have a few emails to send, so meeting after work works perfectly."

With a nod, Emily returned to her cubicle after finalizing her tasks for the day. As she settled back into her chair, a sigh escaped her lips.

Her legs started to protest quietly, aching from going back and forth on the company.

Emily winced slightly and, in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort, she discreetly massaged her legs, trying to soothe the strain.

Across the room, Ol