Alvin turned to Olivia with a smile too broad to be genuine. "Ah, Derek?" He repeated and scoffed. "I've had a couple of people call me that? Do I perhaps look like some popular Derek guy?" He hit Dylan on the shoulder and raised his brows.
"Yeah, you sure do. He's one spoiled brat who's into car racing. And you, what's your name and what are you doing here with my woman." Dylan tried to stay composed; he could try to fool Olivia, but he still doubted if his eyes didn't give anything away.
"Actually it's not what you think Dylan is. He's Alvin, I interviewed him for a job. He was just on his way out when you came in." She turned to face Alvin. "Thanks for your time, you can leave now. And don't forget to leave your identification card at the front desk." Olivia responded once more.
"See you later. Enjoy the rest of your day, Mr. Dylan." Dylan nodded and gave way for him to go out.
"I think jealousy should be the last thing on your mind, Mr. Dylan. Please have a seat."
