Olivia's POV.
“Don't let on that you have any insight that you know anything about Petrov or his associates." Marcell reminded for the third time since I had mentioned Petrov to him at lunch.
“I won't, Marcell. Don't worry." I soothed him verbally and physically as we stopped a few yards away from the entrance of the firm.
Pauly respectfully hung back, giving us space. He had seemed slightly off since we walked out of the cafe, his more than usual quiet demeanor had been reduced to a startling melancholy that didn't suit him.
I faced Marcell, our hands firmly laced together, gazing up into his tense and guarded blue eyes, missing the man who had swiftly swept me off of my feet with his charming sarcasm and consistent relentless flirtatiousness.
I smoothed down the front of Marcel
