#Chapter 133: The Right Moment

Agnes & Elijah Agnes Olivia strode into my office before I had a chance to say anything. “This is for you,” she said, crossing the room and placing the basket on my desk. The arrangement was beautiful—fresh strawberries, grapes, apples, and oranges, all artfully arranged with a small jar of honey and a wheel of expensive cheese in the center. There was even a bottle of wine, too. “Uh… Thank you,” I said slowly, my eyes darting between her face and the basket. “This is… unexpected.” She shrugged and plopped down into the chair across from my desk. “Oh, forgive me for wanting to apologize for how my supporters have been treating you.” I blinked, confused. As usual, Olivia had to couch everything she said in an insult. But this time, it was different. Was she actually apologizing? Olivia sighed and, as if reading my mind, said, “Look, I know what you’re thinking—but I didn’t tell my fans to talk all that shit about you. That was all on them. Either wa