Olivia's POV
After Clarissa left, I turned to head back to my desk, already mentally organizing the work that needed to be done. With David's case on hold, that would free up some time in Maxwell's schedule that would probably be immediately filled with something else equally demanding.
I was almost at my desk when Maxwell's voice stopped me. "Where are you going?"
I turned back, confused. "To my desk? I need to…"
"Not yet." He was watching me with an unreadable expression again. "We need to discuss something first."
My stomach dropped. Oh God, what now?
"Sir?"
"My bathroom," Maxwell said, leaning back against his desk and crossing his arms. "You used it."
I blinked. "Yes? I went to change."
"I've never let anyone use my executive bathroom before. It's a personal space. Private."
"I... I'm sorry?" I wasn't sure where this was going, but I had a sinking feeling I wasn't going to like it. "You told me to change, and I thought…"
