"Fitz."
Olivia held on to a chair. It hurt to walk, but she had to move around every few hours. Fitz was immersed in his work. Papers were neatly stacked on her coffee table.
"What do you need?"
"How is work?"
"Great, what do you need?"
"I returned Marcus Walker's phone call."
Olivia had his full attention. He didn't want her stressing about this a few hours after coming home from the hospital.
"I'm not leaving your company, but I do want to work for him on a contract basis."
"What?"
"He's offering financial literacy classes to impoverished black communities in DC and Virgina. I want to help him."
"When are you going to have time for that?"
"It will be four hours every weekend starting next month."
"Why? You never work after your shift for me, and you want to do extra work for him?"
"That's not the same thing."
"You don't think so?"
"Fitz, you don't understand."
"Because I'm not black?"
"I want to help the black community."
"Is that it? You don't want to be a partner?"
"Not right now. Hopefully you will give me that opportunity."
"I want to give you the world, but I can't give you that much responsibility."
"Why not? You don't think I deserve it?"
"You can't even commit to being on time for work every day. You never work after hours. You're not ready for that Livvie. I will make you a partner when you show me you're ready to move to the next level."
"Okay. You told him we're married?"
"We will be soon."
"Yeah, I want to make the announcement to my friends. I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to call me your wife yet."
"Okay, I can respect that."
"Thank you."
"Can you please sit down and rest. You're supposed to be recovering."
"Can you get the popcorn?"
"Yes, no wine."
Olivia smiled. "I'll take some cider."