OLIVIA

“What are you doing here, Cyril? I wasn't expecting you,” I frowned and picked up my bag from the ground.

“Hi, Olivia, can we please go inside the office and talk?” Cyril spoke softly.

“You haven't answered my question, Cyril. What the hell are you doing here? I thought you said you never wanted to set your eyes on me again?” I fumed at him.

I was doing everything possible to make him walk out in frustration, but it wasn't working. He made it clear that he wanted to stay and have a decent conversation with me.

“Let's go inside. Five minutes is all you got. I've got other...