Author's point of view.
Olivia was fidgeting with her fingers, a sense of dread gnawing at her. What did Mike know about her?
She couldn’t shake off the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Her thoughts were interrupted when her driver put the brake and announced they had reached their destination.
"Wait here for me. I will be back in an hour. Just don't go anywhere, okay?" she said arrogantly as she got out of the car, not waiting for a response.
She entered the house, finding Mike waiting for her with two champagne glasses in his hands. "Oh, you’re here. Come, sit. Let’s have a talk. I was waiting for you," he said.
"Yeah, wait. And by the way, watch your tone next time," Olivia snapped, irritated by his casual demeanor.
Mike chuckled sarcastically. "Oh, so you have
