Claire arrived at the small café on 7th Street, scanning the room before stepping inside. Olivia was already there, sitting in a corner booth, stirring her coffee absentmindedly.
Claire approached the table and slid into the seat across from her. "Alright, I'm here. Talk."
Olivia looked up with an easy smile, but her fingers still fidgeted around the cup. "I was worried about you. You've been distant lately."
Claire folded her arms. "I've been busy."
"Yeah, at Blackwood Industries." Olivia's gaze sharpened slightly. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Of course," Claire lied.
Olivia's gaze was unsettling, as if she was attempting to decipher Claire's thoughts. "Damian Blackwood isn't someone you can trust," Olivia said cautiously. "You're aware of that, right?"
Claire raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Olivia's concern. "And Jonathan is trustworthy?" she asked, her tone laced with skepticism.
