"Hi, can I help you?" Olivia asks with a smile.
"Yeah-," Fitz stops mid breath as Olivia extends her hand.
"I don't think we've met yet." Olivia extends her arm longer than she expected.
Fitz clears his throat. "I'm. Erm. Fitz." He extends his hand to shake hers.
Her hands were softer and warmer than he expected. He shook her hands longer than expected. Seemingly by now, her arm would be tired, but the pulse she electrically felt through his hands surely awoke both her and her arm. The intensity of their gaze into one another left them both internally trembling.
Fitz lets out a nervous laugh. "I didn't expect you to be here so early," he says to Olivia.
"Well, a couple of hours early for me means I'm always on time," Olivia responds.
"Right, apologies." Fitz thought she was taking a stab at him.
"No. Not necessary at all." She excessively tries to comfort him showing more teeth than usual, along with swaying hand motions.
"I'll just leave you to your work," Fitz slowly backs away from her desk. "It's nice to have you here. Good. Good to have you here. I really needed someone like you. Erm. Just, the company. We're willing to do whatever is necessary to revamp our brand."
He was as nervous as he could ever get. He was completely caught off guard. He knew it was a woman coming in to revamp the company, but he didn't expect her to be that beautiful. As focused as he is, he couldn't let her distract him from what he's worked so hard for. Her beauty alone would be nothing more than a distraction, which is the last thing he needs. From this point on, he had to be cold. He had to be heartless. As head of the company, he had to eliminate any distraction that would effect him doing his job. The countdown starts now.
Fitz tried to think of different plans that he could execute to either a, get rid of Olivia from the company permanently or b, send her to another location where the company also operates. They have offices in London, Los Angeles, D.C. and Miami. "The further the better," he thought.