Olivia's POV
At six in the evening, just as it was time to go off work, Wendy knocked on my door and reminded me, "Ms. Johnson, the business dinner is scheduled for half past six."
Hearing her words, I glanced at her and gently rubbed my temples, replying, "Got it."
Even without a traffic jam, it would take us twenty minutes to get to the hotel. So I gotta get going now.
Then I shut down my computer, grabbed my bag from the side, and headed straight out of the office.
Wendy had been waiting at the door. Seeing me, she asked, "Ms. Johnson, need a driver?"
I shook my head. "No. I'll drive." If I had to drink alcohol later, I would just hire a designated driver.
Wendy replied, "Alright then, Ms. Johnson."
After getting down to the parking lot on level B1, I noticed Wendy still followi
