The door to the private room opened from the outside. Just as Olivia Wynne expected, Zachary Fairchild was standing there.
Olivia Wynne glanced at the watch on her wrist. Eleven o'clock, right on the dot.
'Such a punctual man.'
"Miss Wynne, my apologies for being late." Zachary Fairchild stood up straight and extended his hand toward Olivia Wynne.
Olivia Wynne reached out and gave his hand a light shake, her voice crisp. "Not at all. I was the one who arrived too early."
"You're very punctual, Mr. Fairchild."
Hearing Olivia Wynne's words, a slight smile broke across Zachary Fairchild's calm expression. "So, Miss Wynne actually recognizes me today."
As he spoke, he sat down on the sofa opposite Olivia Wynne.
Olivia Wynne sat down as well. Hearing him, she said lightly, "Mr. Fairchild has always known who I am. It would be rather unfair if I still didn't know who you were."
Zachary Fairchild let out a soft chuckle, changing the subject. "Have you ordered, Miss Wynne?"
