OLIVIA

Davie closed the door behind him with a soft click, the sound reverberating in the silent room. He looked at me with a mix of frustration and concern. I could feel the tension radiating from him, but I refused to meet his gaze. Instead, I kept my eyes on the dark horizon, the lights of the city below twinkling like a thousand tiny stars.

"Olivia," he began, his voice low and controlled, "why did you leave the dinner?" He asked as he walked into the room. 

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. "I needed some air," I replied, still not looking at him. "I thought you wouldn't notice, given how engrossed you were with your…buddies."

'You don't just walk out on me in the middle of a fucking dinner. He sighed'

'I just want air Davie, I showed my presence, I played my part of the contract, and I left you to play yours and you did play yours well, Mr Montanelli. I scoffed at him as I stared into his eyes.