10:00 a.m. (Olivia's view)
Well, my little secret with Thomas Pickles is out in the open, and his new girlfriend knows about me too. Who wouldn't? I mean, I went to his trailer for, like, three hours per day and gave him lectures on stuff. You know, how I will be the ONLY girl in his life until another one stands over my rotting corpse. This shows him that Lillian Deville will suffer. But now, I'm suffering. I strode into the producer's office wearing my white turtleneck under a pink dress. Tommy was already there. So was Lil. And Phil, Kimi, and Chuckie. Angelica, too. I sat near the head of the table (where Tommy would be sitting). "Get outta my chair." I whirled around to see the dreadlocked, punkish girl Lil. "I take orders from nobody, sister."
"Says who?"
"Olivia, I told you nicely. Now I'm afraid I will have to get you out by force."
"OK, OK, I'm getting out."
"Thank you."
Tommy took his seat. Lil sat in my chair. I sat at the end of the table, between Phil and Angelica. The producer took his seat near Tommy. I couldn't hear a thing, and everyone else had moved their chairs up closer so they could hear. I daydreamed about knocking Lillian's teeth out when someone said, "Olivia, what do you think?"
"Huh?"
"Do you wish to be relieved of your job?"
"What are the accusations against me?"
"Tommy Pickles apparently has a list."
I listened intently.
"Olivia, where do I begin? Could it be the fact that I've been harassed by you physically AND mentally? I swear, you are to NEVER set foot in my trailer again. I never want to hear about how 'Lillian,' as you call her, is using me, or that I should be with you until the end of time...I deserve my rights too, and I wish to stop getting black eyes and bloody noses from your explanation sessions. And I don't think Lil is too happy with the bloody nose she got yesterday, either. How can you expect to NOT get fired for beating everyone up?"
"What can I say, I wish all of you to be fired and ME to take over the show." I am SO witty, aren't I?
11:45 a.m. (Lil's view)
Olivia the dork. Olivia the brute. Whatever you wish to call her, I walked out of the conference room with a swollen, bruised eye. Phil thought he'd be a super sibling and knock Olivia out for me, only to get a fist in his jaw. Ouchie. Olivia has blood on her hands right now. She got fired. That prissy know-it-all didn't wish to leave the room afterwards, so Tommy called security, who also called the police after hearing about Olivia and her fists. That was the last I saw of her. What happened to Kimi, Chuckie and Angelica, you may ask? Kimi sat patiently and quietly throughout everything, but when Phil got hurt, she screamed bloody murder and twisted Olivia's arm. Angelica cheered for us, only to be slapped by our other favorite blonde. Chuckie cowered in fear under the table. Well, that's my story. Actually, it's the story of how Tommy did NOT kiss Olivia and gained a new girlfriend (me) in the process. Oh, how I also wanted Nicholas to get fired, too. He didn't. He just quit.
THE END...
a/n: OK, I think the rating will change from PG to PG-13 for the violence here. I know, people get beat up, but it's the only thing I could think of that would be better than just letting Olivia go. Poor Phil and Lil. Oh well, I think I'll publish a new story soon. Look for me. And review this. :)
