Prologue
May 15, 2013
"Run with Mellie by your side. You can win with Mellie by your side."
"You are going to be my First Lady."
"I can't leave them. They need me. I'm their Gladiator."
Fitz walked into the living room of the Blair House and sighed as he placed his head in Mellie's lap, the exact opposite of what he had hoped that he would be doing that evening. Closing his eyes, he swallowed as he felt Mellie running her hands through his hair, albeit, confused and surprised. He only hoped that she could forgive him.
May 16, 2013
Stretching, Olivia Carolyn Pope rode her apartment elevator down to the ground floor. Stepping out into the hall, she smiled at the few people standing around in the hallway and the lobby. Despite the fact that the night before, she had told the love of her life, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III that she couldn't be with him, and that she couldn't leave her team, she felt great and was looking forward to her jog. As she opened the door, she was greeted by hundreds of reporters and camera's snapping her picture. Pulling her ear buds out of her ears, she was horrified as they stood there, demanding to know if she was the President's mistress and how long she had been sleeping with the President. Before she could say or do anything, several men in black suits pushed their way towards her and without a word, ushered her towards the back of the mob and into a long black limousine. She was not in the mood to deal with him. Climbing into the back seat, she was not expecting whom she saw.
"Dad?" she said surprised, confused and scared. What the hell was he doing here?
"Hello Olivia." Rowan said as he took a drink from the coffee to go cup he was holding.
"What the hell are you doing here? What the hell is going on?" Olivia demanded as she tucked the ear buds into her pocket.
"Not even a hello for your father? I'm touched Olivia. It's lovely to see you. You look wonderful." Rowan said, as he got comfortable in his seat. They had a long ride ahead of them.
"No. Not even a hello for my father. I asked you what the hell-" Olivia started again but he cut her off.
"Yes, I heard you loud and clear Olivia. I'll get to that in a moment. I was simply trying to be polite." Rowan replied. "Now, to get to your questions. What am I doing here? Trying to take care of you and the mess you've gotten into. What the hell is going on? Simple Olivia. You've become a problem to the United States of America. Instead of being a fixer, you've become the problem, the main problem. So what the hell is going on is that you, Olivia Carolyn Pope, are about to disappear. Now, shut up, sit back and be quite or I'll have them stop this car, duck tape your mouth shut and stick you in the trunk of this comfortable limousine. Now which one sounds more appealing to you?" He growled, as he watched Olivia squirm in her seat. Taking a deep breath, she sighed.
"Fine. You win. Where are we going?" she asked, but Rowan shook his head. He wasn't going to answer any more questions.