In the past month since Olivia left Fitz, she's buried herself in work. Senator's cheating, money stealing government contractors, prostitution rings were keeping her busy. People from the White House were calling her constantly asking when she'd be coming back. Liv had heard from Cyrus that Fitz wasn't cooping well. He told her that he was yelling at everyone, staring at the ring, but still functioning. She watched the news every night hoping to at least see a picture of him. She never wanted to break up with him, ever. But his demands and controlling ways were getting in the way of things that she needed. It had to be about her too and not just what he wanted. Liv hoped that he understood that.
"You're starring again," Abby told her. Olivia was looking out her window in her office at the White House. It had become a habit lately for her to do.
"I'm not starring. I'm looking."
"And wondering what he's doing. I'm sure he misses you. It looks like you've almost got things packed up in here."
"Just about, have the movers start taking those boxes down to the van please. I've got a couple more things to pack up."
"Are you sure you're doing the right thing?"
"My gut says I am. And my gut…"
"Is never wrong. I know. If you're sure that this is what you want than I will support you. But I'm totally against this. Because it seems like you're running and gladiators don't get to run."
"I'm not running. This is what was going to happen eventually anyway. I have to do this, Abby. I'm leaving the three of you in charge here."
"I know, we had this meeting weeks ago. But I still think it's wrong."
"Like it or not Abby, it's happening."
Olivia finished packing up her office and having the movers taking it down to the van. When she got home, she poured herself a glass of wine and started packing up her things there. The only thing left to pack was her clothes. The furniture was to be moved the next day and she was actually leaving. For the last night in her apartment, she turned on the news and ate popcorn and drank her wine. She was just about asleep on the couch when the doorbell rang. She looked through the peephole and opened the door.
"What are you doing here?"