Olivia looked at Leonard the way a surgeon might look at an X-ray.
Calm.
Precise.
Final.
“I’m not staff,” she said.
Leonard leaned back in his chair and gave a short laugh toward the row of men around him.
“Then what exactly are you doing in my building?”
Nobody answered.
Nobody stopped him.
Nobody said maybe you should start over before you make the worst mistake of your life.