When Love Is Gone
Language: en
The half-smoked cigar in the ashtray still emitted tendrils of smoke. I don't smoke. That’s for Richard, Olivia’s childhood friend who just returned from overseas. He enjoys a good cigar. Olivia emerged from the study, following my gaze to the ashtray. Her eyes flickered, and she quickly stubbed out the stub. "Richard was just here. His company ran into some trouble, so he came to iron out a contract." I nodded, picking up the air freshener and spraying it around the room. "No need to explain. I just genuinely dislike the smell of smoke." Richard was Olivia’s golden boy, her cherished…