A/N: kelleekellkell, you're right to watch all the signs Victoria is giving. Glad you're enjoying the story. kandyse4olitz, JoJo will be walking in a few months. kkimberly49, being okay is relative for this couple. I think of the line from the song Stuck in the Middle with You: clowns to the left, jokers to the right …. They are always surrounded by individuals who are trying to steal their joy. Couple that with their inability to communicate effectively, well problems are surely to arise. Yes, Olivia is smart and she side-eyed Victoria on the day one when Fitz was confirmed. Olivia also catches those double entendres Victoria uses. We don't know when people are plotting against us. Also, you're right, Liv is mad about something and it's not just Bowtie. We'll find out what's at the heart of her anger. Bowtie serves a few purposes: 1) to help Cena heal. Fitz did a lot of research when she wasn't walking. 2) show how our parents influence our attitudes about a lot of things, even dogs. Calvin doesn't like dogs. I wonder why? Hmm. Fitz is listening to Olivia about wanting to move, he just doesn't agree. He loves their home and always thought they would grow old and raise their children in that house. We'll see more of this discussion in upcoming chapters. Guest 1, I was ROTF reading your review, especially the comment about men thinking they're an expert after doing something for a fraction of the time a woman does it. You get the GOLD star for that comment. Like that you remember how Liv used to hustle to prepare Fitz home-cooked meals. You're right, it was a little weird for Ben and Marion to discuss Olitz while doing the do, but that was slick Marion's way of getting the info she wanted. Let's see how that works for her over time. Finally, remember Liv didn't run for Council President because she wasn't interested and she was pregnant with Jolie. Guest 2, trifling heifer. LOL. Have not heard that in a long time. Fifyfo, you caught that Cena school thing. We'll find out more about that. Monica, love your recaps and analysis. Remember Marla was a crook. We will find out more about Marion's background in upcoming chapters.
Busy, busy weekend, no time to update. Thank you for the reviews and hanging with this story. Said a few chapters back I had about eight more chapters before the story ended. Well, it's going to take a few more than eight. Tell me what you think. Here we go!
Chapter 38. Running Partners
His internal clock jolts him awake, and like a lark, he is alert and ready to take on the world, and the sun has yet to rise. He has not relied on an alarm clock in years, not since he made running a central part of his life. Running became his refuge, something he could do to escape the pressures of living in a family with a domineering father and two accomplished older brothers. He will forever be grateful for being introduced to the sport at a time when he was trying to figure out who he was as an individual, separate and apart from his family.
Mindful not to waken Marion (she hates getting up early) Bennie pulls back the covers and carefully slides from the warm, comfortable bed. He grabs his phone from the nightstand and presses the HOME button to provide a bit of light in the dark room. He needs to find his underwear. He creeps into the closet and sits onto the small chair to check the weather - rain of course. He digs into the duffle bag for his running clothes and pulls out the lightweight, water-resistant running jacket. The neon blue jacket is one of his favorites because the rain easily rolls off the material, allowing him to stay dry and warm during his run. He pulls on the black compression tights then a pair of blue compression shorts. He slides the black training hoodie over his head then sits back onto the chair and pulls on his thermal socks and running shoes. He is sure he has spent a small fortune on high-end running gear over the years.
Once downstairs in the lobby, Bennie performs a series of stretches for about 30 minutes to warm his muscles. Then, he queues up his standard playlist, tucks the phone into the jacket sleeve pocket and, finally, sticks the earbuds into his ears. As he steps outside into the drizzling rain he smiles when the first song starts to play. He eases into his run.
Bennie has found the perfect running trail near Marion's apartment, which is down by the waterfront. Real estate investors have done a fantastic job revitalizing this once decrepit section of the city. Just five years ago the area was nothing more than an array of rotting piers and dilapidated factories inhabited by the city's growing homeless community. Now the waterfront is a thriving and bustling part of the city, boasting a variety of restaurants, a multiplex theater, and shops that sell almost everything. The homeless have been pushed to the outskirts of the city and the piers have been converted to expensive townhouses and high-rise condominiums that overlook the bay. The waterfront is an exciting place to live and play.
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With the exception of a few other intrepid runners daring to battle the cold, wet Washington morning, the waterfront is virtually empty. This will change in a few hours when the restaurants and shops open for business. Bennie quickens his pace when he hears the choking sounds of seagulls flying above, he does not want to become a victim of their droppings again. With the rain pounding his face, Bennie smiles when the pulsating beat of Bell Biv DaVoe's Poison begins to fill his ears. He will never forget the first time he heard the song.
Flashback
The first few months at Sewell Middle and High School was a lonely time for Olivia Pope. She really did not know anyone and no one seemed particularly interested in getting to know the different girl whose family recently relocated to Church Falls from somewhere back east. Ben Grant, her assigned buddy, promptly disappeared when his official duties were over at the end of her first week of school. She rarely saw him after that, except in passing, as they made their way through the crowed halls to their next class. Olivia felt like an outsider and desperately missed her friends from her old school. And she was miserable because she did not know which was worse, the stares or being ignored.
In an attempt to appear aloof and unaffected by the peering eyes, she began wearing headphones, listening to music whenever she was not in class. Little did she realize, her actions only attracted more unwanted attention. Music became her best friend, losing herself in the old school tunes her father always plays around the house, or the hottest boy bands of the day and, of course, Prince.
To make matters worse, the track coach informed her that she was ineligible to join the team because she had missed the registration deadline, which was at the start of the school year. She would have to wait a whole year before she would even be considered for the team. As a middle-distance runner this was devastating news; running was her outlet, it was her passion. Running track was going to help her to survive the difficulties of changing schools. Sheneeded to find a way to practice, to stay in shape and maintain her time so she could secure a spot on the team next year.
Taught to be independent by her parents, Olivia developed her personal training program using the techniques her track coach taught her back home. Three days a week, after the track and field athletes practice ended, she would take to the track and practice her routine. First she would perform a series of dynamic stretches for 30 minutes to warm her muscles, then she would don her headphones and trek around the 400 meter track. With the music blaring in her ears, she felt alive and not so lonely. She also began to swim two days a week because coach said swimming would help her muscles and joints recover from running. Olivia loved the solitude of both sports.
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At the end of the school day Bennie would sit in the bleachers watching the track and field teams practice while he got an early start on his homework. When practice ended and the teams headed to the field house to shower and change, Bennie remained in the bleachers trying to figure out what was going on with Olivia Pope. He watched Olivia perform the same routine three times a week: first she would walk onto the track, remove her jacket, and stretch for about 30 minutes. Then she would put on those stupid headphones and run around the track four times or more. And with each lap, she seem to become faster and less aware of her surroundings. She seemed to be in a world of her own. When she completed her run, Bennie watched as she stretched for another 30 minutes before grabbing her jacket from the ground and walking away. For weeks, with great curiosity, Bennie watched Olivia perform the same routine over and over until one day he mustered up enough courage to ask her what she was doing.
"Whatcha up to?" Ben hollers to Olivia from the bleachers after she finishes the warm-up stretches.
"What does it look like?" She shoots back, placing the headphones over her head before taking off running.
Bennie watches in awe as Olivia circles the track with ease and wonders how long she has been a runner. When Olivia finishes her run and starts the cool-down stretches Bennie climbs down from the bleachers and walks over to the track.
"What are you doing? Why are you out here alone?" Spreading his arms wide as he looks around the track.
"I'm training", not bothering to look up as she stretches her hamstring muscles.
"Training for what – you're not even on the track team."
"That doesn't mean I can't train – stay in shape - until I join the team next year", continuing to stretch.
"What are you listening to?" Looking at the headphones hanging around her neck.
"Music", she says, as she slides on her jacket.
"How are things going? How are your classes?"
Olivia simply shrugs her shoulders and walks over to the bleachers to get her book bag and Bennie follows her.
"I gotta get home, Ben."
"Okay. Let me know if you need anything."
Olivia nods and starts to walk away, but stops and turns as if she just remembered something she wanted to say.
"You know you shouldn't sit up there watching all the time", gesturing her head toward the bleachers. "You should come down here and run - but you have to get the proper shoes", shaking her head as she glances down at his old beat-up tennis shoes. As Olivia walks away Ben looks down and wonders what is wrong with his shoes.
Two weeks later, as usual, Ben is sitting in the bleachers watching the track and field team walk into the field house. When Olivia walks onto the track he stuffs the books into his book bag and carefully climbs down from the bleachers.
"Look at you", she says, her full lips curling into a smile as she eyes his new running suit and shoes. He smiles sheepishly, wondering if it is too much. He told his mother when they went shopping he thought he looked like one of those guys in the commercials - the guy who wears the proper athletic gear but never works out.
"The first thing you have to remember Ben is to warm up – stretch your muscles", she begins without commenting further on his running gear. "Got it?"
"Got it", nodding and looking at her somewhat fearfully. For the next 30 minutes Olivia teaches Ben how to properly warm his muscles before running.
"You must always stretch before you run, Ben, else you'll get injured – hurt yourself. Are you ready?" Looking at him intently because he is already flush and winded from performing the simple warm-up exercises.
"Ready", he says, but not too convincingly.
"You gotta start out slow – ease into your run – or you won't have enough energy to finish. Got it?"
"Got it", he says nervously.
"And stay in your lane, Ben", Olivia says as she takes off running around the track
Looking around to see if anyone is watching, Ben takes off running too, trying to catch up with Olivia, who has already begun to make her turn around the first curve. Ten minutes later his chest and throat are burning, he is sweating profusely, and his legs feel like jelly.
"Just walk for a while, Ben", Olivia yells as she jogs past him on her second trip around the track.
Breathing heavily, he nods and starts to walk slowly in his lane. Over the next hour Ben alternates between walking and running as Olivia zips around the track wearing her headphones. When Ben completes his two walk-run laps around the track, he drops to the ground, exhausted and achy.
"That was tough", he says, lying on his back next to Olivia as she begins her dynamic cool-down stretches. "May I have some water?"
"You'll get better in no time", handing him the Thermos bottle. "You just have to practice – that's how you build endurance. Now stretch."
"You make it look so easy", he says, sitting up and starting to stretch.
"I've only been doing it forever. I ran track at my old school."
"Maybe I need headphones."
"There's no point in having headphones if you don't have an MP3 player", she says snarkily.
"What do you listen to?"
"All kinds of music – depending on my mood. I have lots of old school because my dad likes old school. I have NSYNC, New Edition and, of course, Prince – my favorite."
"May I listen?"
She looks at him for a moment because she usually does not share her music with anyone - music is too personal. After a minute, she hands him the headphones and presses the PLAY button on the player, and Ben is immediately overtaken by the pulsating sounds flowing into his ears.
"Wow, this is cool. What's it called?"
"Poison."
"May I run with you again?" Handing her the headphones as she stands to leave.
"Anytime", looking over her shoulder as she walks from the track. "Ben, if you're going to be serious about running you can't let anything stop you. Rain or shine you have to hit the track. And drink orange juice or eat bananas – the potassium will help with the cramping. And get your own Thermos."
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Over next few months Bennie and Olivia become running partners, practicing three days a week on the track and swimming two days a week in the school's pool to soothe their muscles and joints. Bennie is becoming a serious runner and has begun to shed the extra pounds he has been carrying for years. His body is taking on a new form and the girls are beginning to notice, but he does not notice them. His physical endurance has increased and he is feeling stronger and more confident. And, Gerry Grant is impressed by the change in his son, although he does not consider running track to be a real sport.
At the start of the next school year, when it is time to register for a sport, they both try out for the track team. Olivia is selected to join the girls' team and trains for the 800 meter dash, and Bennie is selected to join the boys' track team, but he opts for the long-distance events: the 3000, 5000, and 10,000 meter runs. He loves distance running. He loves being in nature, and listening to the music Olivia provides him while pushing his new body to new limits.
Over the next four years Olivia and Ben become best friends, training together and hanging out at Sparky's with friends drinking malt shakes and laughing about how far they would have to run the next day to burn the extra calories. They spend a lot of time at Olivia's house studying, listening to music, and sharing their dreams and fears. Olivia confided in him that she was afraid her parents would discover she is not as independent as they want her to be. In fact, she often feels lonely when they leave her home alone while they are off doing charity work. Bennie told her about his insecurities and self-doubt - especially about his decision to pursue medical school. He also revealed he can be mean-spirited when he is feeling out of control. The two friends understand each other and help the other to cope with their fears, although neither never fully overcame them.
End Flashback
The incessant banging sound coming from outside the bedroom window arouses Marion from her sleep, and she groans because the annoying woodpecker has once again awakened her. Every morning she wonders why the woodpecker is in the area – it is only February. It seems with each passing year the irritant returns earlier and earlier, pecking onto the bark for its breakfast of insects. With eyes still closed, Marion rubs her forehead, the pecking sound is not helping her headache, or what some would call her hangover.
Sighing in frustration, Marion slowly opens her eyes and squints at the clock on her nightstand. She has to get up. She glances over at the window and sees that it is raining again, probably a sign of what her day is going to be like. The staff meeting with Mayor Wilson is today.
Running her fingers through the tangled curls, she admonishes herself for having that third glass of wine last night, Ben told her it was not a good idea. Her mouth is dry and tastes like someone spent the night stuffing cotton balls into it, so she reaches for the glass of water next to the clock. No more three-glass nights she thinks as she guzzles the liquid. Marion looks over her shoulder and sees that her frequent bedmate has already left for his run; he is so disciplined. She does not understand how the man has so much energy in the morning. No longer able to delay the inevitable, she takes another sip of water then rolls out of bed to prepare for the day. Shivering as she feels around the dimly lit room for her robe, she is reminded how much she hates the cold Washington mornings. Hopefully a hot shower will help to warm her bones and clear her head.
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"Coffee?" He asks, smiling as Marion drags into the kitchen after her shower.
"Thank you", taking the mug from his hand. "How was your run?"
"Terrific", he says with a wide grin, pecking her on the lips. "You ought to run with me some time", pulling her close and kissing her deeply. He is feeling good. He always feels good after a run. The runner's high is real.
"Ben", she whines, trying to wriggle from his embrace. "I just showered and you're sweaty and wet."
"You didn't care about that last night", he smiles, kissing her again before going to the refrigerator to retrieve the carton of orange juice. She rolls her eyes as he lifts the carton to his mouth.
"Must you drink from the carton? I do have glasses in the cabinet you know." He ignores the daily question and takes another sip before returning the carton to the refrigerator. "I have to meet with Wilson today - he scheduled that staff meeting with all of the department heads. He wants to review our budgets in preparation for the Council meeting next month. It's going to be a fun day", she says sarcastically as she rubs her right temple.
"So what time do you think you're going to finish up?" He asks, dropping a banana, protein powder, and fat-free milk into the blender.
"I don't know, it depends on Wilson's mood. He's been on tenterhooks lately."
"Call me when you get a chance so we can decide on dinner", pressing his sweaty body against hers and stealing another kiss.
"Ben, I'm going smell like you at work."
"You –"
"Didn't care about that last night", she says, finishing his sentence. "Go shower."
"You should really think about running with me sometime."
"I prefer running on the treadmill - at the gym - indoors", she says as she sits down at the small round table.
"It's different running outdoors, Mar - you're actually going somewhere. You miss out on nature's beauty when you're indoors. There's nothing like running outdoors when the sun is shining."
"Well the sun has not been shining around here for weeks, so there's no point."
"I'm going to get you out of that gym one day", wrapping his arm around her from behind and kissing her neck.
"Ben", she whines again and he simply laughs, kissing her again before jogging toward the bedroom. "Start the blender when you hear me get out of the shower", he calls out.
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"Babe, what do you think about this one?" Holding up the gray dress in his direction. Fitz looks at her face then at the dress.
"No", he says flatly without offering an explanation.
"Why not?" Crinkling her brow as she continues to study the dress.
"It's too tight."
"Too tight? Are you say I'm gaining weight?" Glaring at him with an arched brow.
"No, I'm saying I don't want Fred Bryson ogling my wife all morning", he says with seriousness as he walk over to her hanging suits and snatches a black pant suit from the rack. "Wear this."
"You're being ridiculous", rolling her eyes.
"No, I'm being a man – your husband. I know what men look at. Wear it", shoving the pant suit into her hands, which she promptly tosses onto the chair.
"So does that mean you look at Victoria, because she certainly wears tight dresses - all the time I might add?" Olivia tilts her head slightly and squints, waiting for his answer.
"Never noticed", he says, walking into the bedroom with her hot on his heels.
"Never noticed? What do you mean never noticed? You're a man aren't you? You know what men look at", she says mocking his tone.
"But I'm a happily married man who is in love with an incredible woman."
"And how do you know Fred isn't happily married?" Fitz' eyes darken slightly and his lips form into a tight straight line as he looks in the mirror.
"He's not - I checked", he says with a jut of his chin and a slight flick of his head. Olivia's mouth falls open in shock as she stares at her husband's reflection in the mirror.
"You did what?"
"I had Chuck check him out."
"Chuck from the FBI?"
"Can you meet me for lunch today?" He asks, ignoring her reaction as he yanks the knot up the tie. "My meeting with Savage should end around noon."
Still in shock, Olivia continues to stare at her husband's reflection in the mirror. She cannot believe he had Fred Bryson investigated.
"Can you?" Adjusting his tie before walking back into the closet. He snatches the suit jacket off the hanger thinking damn right he checked out Bryson, especially when he heard about a job offer that seemingly came out of nowhere. He will not let another Charlie Barber into their lives.
"I - I - probably not", she stutters, realizing what is going on. "I don't know what time my meeting will end", she says slowly.
Sliding on the jacket, he walks back into the bedroom, kisses her on the cheek, then goes over to his nightstand to retrieve his phone.
"Call me if you can", he says casually, as if he had not just dropped a bombshell.
Olivia stares into the mirror, watching her husband leave the room. She looks down at the dress in her hands then walks back into the closet to find something else to wear.
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Olivia smiles as she walks toward the bank of elevators located on the first floor of Bryson Markets headquarters. When she entered the building two weeks ago she had no idea why the grocery store tycoon wanted to meet with her, and now she is back to give him her answer about the interesting job offer. On the smooth ride up to the 48th floor she thinks about her husband's shocking, but not surprising revelation, and wonders how long it will take him to put the past behind them. The dinging sound interrupts her thoughts and signals that she has reached 48th floor.
"Mrs. – Olivia", correcting herself. "I am so happy to see you again", the smiling woman stands and extends her hand to greet Olivia.
"Good morning, Deanna", shaking the woman's hand. "It's good to see you as well."
"And how are you doing today, Olivia? You look absolutely lovely." Olivia groans silently at the compliment. She changed her outfit three times, trying to find something that was not too tight, too revealing, or too anything. She does not want to send Fred Bryson the wrong message.
"I'm well – fantastic really", she says with a genuine smile.
"That's terrific. Mr. Bryson is ready to see you."
Deanna walks from around the desk and guides Olivia down an unfamiliar hall to Fred Bryson's office. She sees the look of confusion on Olivia's face as they pass the area in which she waited for Bryson two weeks ago.
"We only use that waiting area when Mr. Bryson is running late."
Olivia nods, thinking Deanna is very perceptive.
"Here we are", Deanna says, knocking twice on the floor-to-ceiling dark oak doors before entering the office. When the door opens, Olivia smiles at the view of the bay behind Bryson who is reading a document in his hand.
"Olivia", Bryson says in a booming voice as he stands from his chair.
"Good morning, Fred. It's good to see you again", extending a handshake.
Bryson ignores her hand and gives her a tight bear hug, and Olivia stiffens. Bryson immediately steps away from her and starts to apologize profusely.
"I am so sorry, Olivia. I didn't mean to offend. I hug everybody I'm comfortable with. It's a habit - tell her Deanne", looking over at his assistant in panic.
"He does, but as I've said, everyone is not comfortable with that sort of greeting, sir."
"I know – I know. You've warned me before, Deanna. I'm an HR disaster waiting to happen. It won't happen again, Olivia. I promise."
"Thank you. I would appreciate that", she says, looking intently at the man.
"And I will always respect your wishes, Olivia. Have a seat - please", motioning his hand toward one of the chairs in front of the massive desk.
"Olivia, can I get you anything before I leave – coffee, tea?"
"No – thank you, Deanna. I'm fine."
"Then I'll just leave the two of you alone."
"Thank you, Deanna", Bryson says, lowering his large frame into the chair. "The view never changes, Olivia. It's always beautiful - even on wet, cloudy days", he says, trying to ease the tension.
"It certainly doesn't", Olivia says with a slight smile.
"So, Olivia, I assume you have made a decision. Will you be joining the Bryson family? Are you going to get our CSR Program started?"
"Yes, I have made a decision, but I must confess it was not an easy decision to make."
Bryson nods in understanding.
"There were so many factors I had to consider. I had to think about how working for someone else would affect my family, how my foundation would be impacted and, frankly, if I am the best person to do this work."
Bryson frowns because it sounds like Olivia is going to reject his offer.
"It was not an easy decision to make, but, after giving the matter much thought – I have decided to accept your offer."
A big smile spread across Bryson's face and he stands to give Olivia hug, but thinks better of it when she arches her brow.
"I'll just say welcome aboard, Olivia", clearing his throat as he returns to his chair.
"Thank you, Fred. I'm happy to be joining the Bryson family."
Bryson slides a sheet a paper across the desk and Olivia furrows her brow, wondering if he wants her to sign a non-disclosure agreement.
"Let me know if that is a good number", he says, leaning back in the chair and folding his hands on top of his protruding belly. Olivia contains her composure when she sees the enormous salary offer. She had not thought about a salary, she was just excited about having the opportunity to do the work.
"That is a very good number, Fred", Olivia says, returning the sheet of paper to the desk.
"Good. Now that the money matter is settled we can get down to business. Let's sit over there and talk about the program", motioning toward the large, smoked-glass conference table on the other side of the room.
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Mayor Theodore Wilson grimaces as he stares out the window watching the rain drizzling down the sides of the buildings across the street from City Hall. He hates the rain and he hates winter even more. The lousy weather makes having to spend the next several hours with his staff even less appealing. He walks over to the bar, uncorks the bourbon, and pours a splash of the amber-colored liquid into his coffee. He knows his budget will have a slim-to-none chance of passing now that Grant is the new president. The man has a reputation for being honest and fair, two qualities Wilson neither possesses nor admires. He knows when it comes down to the wire, Grant is not going to make the political choice on the key issues, he is going to make the right choice, and that makes him a dangerous man. Wilson sips the bourbon-laced coffee and thinks about how much he misses Marla.
He walks back to the window and looks down onto his cold, dreary city thinking time is running out. Since the indictment he has been trying to figure out how he is going to fix the mess and avoid going to jail. To say he has a lot on his mind is an understatement. He is anxious, and his donors, the people behind the scenes, are becoming increasingly uneasy with the public scrutiny the indictment has generated. He knows he is becoming a political liability because those kind of people do not like noise or anything that distracts from their plans. They have invested a lot of money to put him into office and they want a return on their investment. They want certain legislation passed so they can move forward with their plans for the city. Wilson takes another sip of coffee and looks down at his watch, the directors should be arriving soon.
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Three hours have passed and the budget planning meeting is nowhere near ending. Wilson and his team are still reviewing each department's budget; they will definitely have to work through lunch. Marion eyes the mayor closely as he sips on his coffee, he is obviously in a bad mood and seems close to imploding. Marion sighs silently as the School Board superintendent begins to speak. Hixson can drone on forever. She glances at her watch because she does not know when she will get a chance to call Ben about dinner.
"Mr. Mayor", Chauncey Hixson begins carefully, nervously cleaning his eyeglasses with the white handkerchief. "You're considering eliminating the 10 percent I added to my budget to expand the full-day kindergarten program, as well as reduce the current funding by another 15 percent. Those kinds of cuts will have a deleterious effect on our ability to educate our children – give them a good start. While I can understand not increasing funding levels - we all know the city is financially challenged - but cutting what has been in the budget for years is just – well it's just cruel."
"Are you finished?" Wilson asks, glaring at the nervous man.
"Yes - I believe I am, sir."
"Good. Because I'm not considering cutting anything – I've already cut it. It's a done deal", Wilson glares at the superintendent who shifts nervously in his chair. Wilson turns to Carlos Rivera, the Director of Business Development.
"Carlos, we'll review your budget after our break."
"Very well, Mr. Mayor", Rivera says, closing the manila folder containing his proposed budget.
"Let's take a 15-minute bio break", Wilson says, summarily dismissing his staff. "Be back here promptly at 1:30."
They all hustle from the office to get to the bathroom and make a few quick calls to their staff and families. Marion ducks into the ladies' restroom to relieve herself, thinking she should have wet Wilson's floor for keeping them locked up in that office for five hours without a break and only giving them a few measly sandwiches masquerading as lunch. She recognizes a control freak when she sees one. Marion washes and dries her hands quickly then pulls the phone from her pocket to call Ben. He should be out of surgery by now.
"Hello", he says with a smile, answering the phone on the second ring.
"How are you?" Smiling as she looks into the bathroom mirror touching up her makeup.
"Fine now that you've called."
"You're so sweet", she says flirtatiously.
"I am", he responds jokingly. "What time will you be leaving the office - where do you want to go for dinner tonight?"
"I can't make it tonight, Ben", she whines. "Wilson is being an ass. I think he's going to keep us here until midnight", looking under the stalls to check if anyone else is in the bathroom. "He's up to something - I just haven't figured out what", now reapplying her lipstick.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure - I'll tell you about it when I see you. So what are you going to do tonight?" Smiling again.
"I don't know - maybe go for a swim since I've been stood up."
"I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you – I promise. I might even use some of my new oils", glancing down at her watch.
"Promises, promises. I haven't had a massage in –"
"I gotta go, Ben", she says hurriedly. I'll call you later if it's not too late", disconnecting the call before he can respond.
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Olivia sits with Fred at the large conference table listening to him talk about all of the problems of the city, from his perspective. The man can really talk.
"Olivia, I strongly believe life is better for everyone when we are connected – when the community is connected to businesses and when businesses are connected to the community."
Olivia nods.
"The most vibrant communities have people who care: parents, teachers, business owners, and, sometimes even government –"
"And the church", Olivia adds quickly.
"Yes, the church as well."
"This city is in trouble, Olivia, has been for some time – for a variety of reasons. The city was hit hard by the housing crisis, which greatly impacted the tax base. A third of our residents live in poverty and have a high school education or less. And, our officials have a history of mismanaging the meager resources we have."
Olivia crinkles her brow and listens closely.
"Education was the way out for my brothers and I and I believe it is the way out for much of the youth of this city. They need to be educated early – starting at pre-K —in order to become active and contributing members of the city."
Olivia nods, continuing to be impressed by Fred Bryson's dedication to the community.
"And, in time, increase their civic engagement and leadership so we can throw some of those do-nothings out of City Hall. No offense, Olivia."
"None taken", she says, thinking she has to tell her husband what Fred said.
As morning slips into afternoon, Olivia is still trying to understand the specific goals Fred wants to accomplish with the program, but he is a big picture thinker and cares little about the details. He has a lot of great ideas, about everything, but Olivia does not know how realistic many of them they are. His thoughts about the program are all over the place and, when he gets excited, he becomes less coherent. She has to reel him in, get him focused, or they are going to be in his office for the next 10 years.
A double knock on the door interrupts their discussion and Deanna opens the door to allow the caterer to set up lunch on the credenza. Normally she would have the caterer place the lunch in the private dining room adjacent to the office, but she knows Fred Bryson prefers to remain in his office when he is in deep discussion.
"It seems like our lunch has arrived, Olivia. I hope you have an appetite", Bryson says, glancing over at the young man who is setting up the food across the room.
"I do."
"Olivia, why don't you come with me so you can freshen up before lunch."
"That would be wonderful", Olivia says, standing from her seat. "I'll be back shortly, Fred."
"Take your time, Olivia, we have all afternoon."
Olivia follows Deanna down the hall to a restroom that requires an entry key card. Deanna pulls the key card from her pocket and hands it to Olivia.
"Welcome aboard, Olivia. This is your personal key to the women's executive restroom. You'll find everything in there you need. But if there is anything – any special products you prefer - just let me know and I'll have Kelly get it from the supply room."
"Thank you, Deanna. I'm sure whatever is in there is sufficient."
"All right – but don't hesitate to ask."
"Thank you, Deanna", accepting the card key from the woman.
"And, Olivia, I'll make sure you're out of here no later than three o' clock. Mr. Bryson can go on forever when he is excited about a new project."
Olivia smiles politely, waves the card key in front of the security device, and walks into one of the most beautifully decorated bathrooms she has ever seen. The private restroom is outfitted with amenities that rival many upscale spas. She slowly scans the labels of the high-end products lining the glass shelves and wonders if it is a coincidence that her favorite brand of personal care products is on one the shelves. After freshening up, Olivia sits in the plush, high-back chair thinking about how she is going to get Fred to focus on the matter at hand. He is an endless flow of ideas and getting him to articulate his goals for the program is proving to be a challenge. If she does not get the man to focus, she surely will not see her family again until long after Cena has graduated high school. She chuckles to herself and returns to Bryson's office when her stomach begins to growl.
"Fill up, Olivia. Deanna always orders the best lunch – healthy but good."
"That means she cares", Olivia says, taking one of the expensive fine china plates from the plate holder. "Everything looks so delicious."
Olivia fills her plate with small portions of the various salads, opting to add a piece of smoked white fish rather than the chicken, beef, and chicken that is on display. She fills a crystal glass with water before returning to the conference table. Joining Olivia at the table with his plate overflowing and a glass of iced tea, Bryson promptly resumes the meeting.
"Olivia, I have shared with you my personal story - why I want to increase my philanthropic endeavors. However, you should know that my motives aren't totally altruistic."
Olivia looks at the man slightly askance and slowly lowers her fork to the side of the plate.
"Don't get nervous, Olivia. I'm not going to pull a bait and switch on you, but I am going to be honest. I'm a businessman, Olivia, and businesses are in business to make money. And, honestly, it has become increasingly difficult to make a decent profit in this city."
"To stay in business and make money - my company – hell every company - needs a competent workforce. Current residents need to upskill – develop new skills - to function in this new economy – and business owners have to help make that happen. We must also find innovative ways to retain and recruit new and young talent. And, we have to encourage people to move into the city. I get no one wants to move into a dying city, Olivia. Families want to live in a place where they feel safe. They want to be able to take their young children out on the weekend to play and get an ice cream cone. They want good schools where their children can learn and become competitive."
"None of this happens in a dying city. And businesses cannot do business in a city that is dying. Many businesses have already left and others are threatening to leave. Families have left - are leaving."
Olivia chews slowly, listening to Bryson outline the goals for the program. The man seems more focused this afternoon.
"I want to help make this a thriving city again. A lot of development is already underway – parts of the city are undergoing a major revitalization. People from all socio-economic backgrounds are going to be the beneficiaries of the changes coming to this city, Olivia. So, increasing my philanthropic efforts is not just a personal passion, it's also smart business."
Olivia nods, now understanding how Fred Bryson has become so successful.
"So, Fred, let me see if I understand what you hope to accomplish with a philanthropic program", Olivia says, leaning forward and resting her forearms onto the table.
"You want to help uplift people out of poverty - through education – with the hope they will become productive, taxpaying citizens. You want this city to become world-class, a place where college students are willing to stay after they graduate and new and young talent want to relocate. And, you want those who live outside the city to have a compelling reason to move into the city."
Bryson smiles, nodding his head slowly.
"It's all about people – educating them, retaining them, and attracting them. The more people who live in the city the more people will shop at Bryson Markets. And, if more people shop at Bryson Markets, the more profitable the business. Did I get that right?"
"You're a smart women, Olivia Grant. You definitely got it right."
Deanna knocks twice on the door, it is three o' clock. As Olivia drives home from Bryson's headquarters, she notices that the city is becoming a mix of the old and the new: older homes now stand next to or near sprawling high-rise apartment buildings and expensive townhouses. Small, struggling neighborhood businesses reside next to trendy vegan restaurants and smoothie shops. Construction sites are sprinkled across the city. There is a lot of building happening going on.
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"Continue with your presentation, Carlos. We have a lot of territory to cover this evening", Wilson says, and Marion groans silently.
"Mr. Mayor, as you know the city is in the process of revitalizing parts of the downtown district that have been underserved for many years now. And, the downtown district is prime real estate for venture capitalists who want to invest in our city."
Wilson nods.
"However, those investors don't want to take the full financial hit for developing in our city – they want us to have a little skin in the game."
Wilson steeples his hands, resting his index fingers on the bridge of his nose. He has already supported the land grab those greedy bastards have made down by the waterfront, and now they want more.
"We have to show good faith, sir – show that we're willing to invest in our own city", Rivera continues. "Therefore, Mr. Mayor, I am recommending we increase the business development budget by 25% - to send a signal to investors that we are in the game."
The school superintendent's neck snaps back and he looks at the mayor in disbelief. Surely Wilson will not sign off on such an outrageous increase to the business development budget. Wilson ignores the look Hixson is giving him.
"That's makes perfect sense, Carlos. Let's do it."
"Sir, you're taking money from the children", the superintendent once again expressing his outrage.
The sun has set long ago and Marion is ready for this charade to be over. Shifting money from education to fund business development projects is criminal, but she remains silent, slyly glancing at her watch and wondering what Ben is doing.
"Is there somewhere more important you need to be, Dr. Harris?" Wilson growls, snapping her from her reverie. Marion stares at him blankly; she hates when he says her title in that tone.
"Excuse me?"
"You've checked your watch twice within the last hour. So again, is there something you'd rather be doing than helping your colleagues prepare the city's budget?"
As Wilson glares at her she feels the eyes of the other men on her as well. She has slipped, has been slipping since she started dating Ben. She has not been focused and she knows better. She knows how to sit with perfect posture and pretend to listen for hours to things she does not like nor want to hear. She learned that trick long ago.
"Of course not, sir. Nothing more important."
"Good answer, Dr. Harris", Wilson says, giving the woman a hard look before turning his attention to the superintendent.
"We're starting a war, Hixson – not a full-blown war yet – but a war nonetheless. And in war people get hurt – regardless of age."
"What is this talk of war – who are we at war with, sir?"
"With Grant – our new Council President. A big part of his agenda is school reform - he won't like the axe I've just taken to your budget. That was the first shot."
Wilson laughs maniacally and Marion does everything within her power not to roll her eyes. The man is using the children as political pawns and she thinks it is disgraceful.
"If Grant won't come around to my way of thinking then I'll just have to use the nuclear option - but that's for another meeting. For now we'll just start with cuts to your budget."
Wilson walks over to the bar, his signal the meeting is over, and the department heads begin slowly file out of the office.
"Thank you gentlemen – and lady", looking at Marion as he raises the glass of bourbon to his lips. "We'll meet again next week. And Marion, we'll be starting with your budget."
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Hildie is a gem Gwendolyn thinks as she reads the handwritten heating instructions taped to the top of the glass casserole dish she pulled from the freezer. Hildie typically prepares and freezes several meals each week that the Grants can easily pop into the oven for their dinner. They simply need to make a salad or some other vegetable of their choosing to complement the dish. As Gwendolyn sets the casserole into the oven her husband drops the spinach into the colander and turns on the water to rinse away any remaining debris from the leafy vegetable.
"Dear, I'm going to miss being here when we return to Senegal", Gwendolyn says as she glances at the clock on the stove.
"I know Gwennie, but we have to get back. There are so many people who are counting on us."
"I understand, but I really have enjoyed being here with Livvia and her family – although the circumstances were not ideal. Look at us, Calvin, we're preparing dinner for our family. Won't you miss this?"
"Well, I hardly call heating a casserole preparing meal, Gwennie."
"Don't be a wise guy, Calvin. You know what I mean."
"Well it's nice to be able to do something nice for Livvia and Fitzgerald since they are so busy. I'm glad we all can have dinner together for a change."
Calvin nods and watches the water drain from the colander.
XXX
After dinner, Olivia and her mother clean the kitchen and put away the leftovers while Fitz, Calvin, and Cena gather in the family room to play a game. With bellies full, Jolie and Bowtie both sleep on the play mat.
"You better keep Hildie, Livvia", Gwendolyn says with a smile as she dries the last few dishes and puts them into the cabinet. "I always thought having help around the house was wasteful, but I now see there are definite benefits."
"I don't know what Fitz and I would do without her, mom" Olivia says, smiling somewhat reminiscently when she thinks about Avril.
"GranPop, I'm going to win again", Cena boasts with confidence as she settles onto the floor next to her father.
"I don't know about that, Cena. Your father is playing tonight and he can be a real shark", winking at Fitz.
"That's right, Princess. I might have to dethrone you tonight."
"What does dethrone mean?" Looking at her father curiously.
"It means you might not win tonight", tousling her hair as Olivia and Gwendolyn walk into the room and settle onto the sofa.
"I can't believe you are playing that same game again tonight", Olivia says, thinking of the nightly reading of Goodnight Moon.
"Well, we haven't played it in a few nights since we've been getting things ready over at Triumph", Calvin says.
"So how are things going over there – how's Rev. Walker doing?"
"Livvia", Gwendolyn begins with excitement in her voice. "Rev. Walker is doing fine."
"He said to tell you he expects to see you and Fitzgerald back in church soon", her father interjects and Olivia simply nods.
"He - we – all are excited the education program is almost complete. It's wonderful Triumph has been granted a charter to open a school in the fall", Gwendolyn gushes.
"That's terrific, mom", Olivia says.
"I go to school", Cena announces.
"We know, sweetheart", Fitz says, focusing on where to move his game piece.
"And how was your meeting with Bryson, Livvia?"
"It went well, actually", and a smile spread across her face. "He was happy I accepted the position."
"You're going to do great things for that company, Livvia."
"Thanks, mom. I have a lot to learn. Today, Fred and I got clear on his expectations. He has given me free rein to design the program however I choose, he just wants outcomes."
"Autonomy is a good thing", Calvin says, moving his game piece around the board and purposely landing on Cena's spot.
"I got you, GrandPop", Cena squeals with excitement. "I told you I was going to win."
"Don't count your chic -", Fitz stops the idiom because he knows Cena would not understand it. "Don't be so sure, sweetheart. I still have a chance to win."
"Babe, don't forget to leave work early tomorrow. You're taking me out for Valentine's Day", giving him a wink.
"Got everything under control", he says, moving his game piece around the board.
"Well, it seems like everyone is landing in a good place", Calvin says, standing from the floor and sitting onto the plush chair across from his wife and daughter. His old bones can no longer tolerate sitting on the hardwood floor.
"God is good", Gwendolyn chimes in with a smile.
"Yes He is Gwennie - yes He is. The Lord has chosen to shine his favor on our family and we must forever be grateful - pay it forward", Calvin says.
"Yes - yes", Gwennie says, clasping her hands together and causing the brass charms on the bracelet to jingle.
"That is why we must begin to make plans to return to Senegal - to finish our work there", Calvin says.
Olivia's eyes widen at the unexpected announcement and Fitz looks over at his wife with concern.
"I beat daddy", Cena yells after her father inadvertently placed his game piece on her spot.
"You're leaving - so soon?" Olivia asks with surprise and sadness.
"Livvia, we must get back to helping those who need us", her mother says.
"You certainly did beat me", Fitz says, still looking at his wife whose eyes are filling with tears. "I think it's time for your bath, Princess - you have an early morning. Let's put the game away for now."
"Okay, daddy", Cena says, helping her father return the game pieces to the box.
"I think I better take JoJo up to bed as well", Olivia says softly.
"Do you need some help, Livvia?"
"No, mom. I can handle it", bending and lifting the sleeping baby from the play mat, and Bowtie stirs in his sleep.
XXX
Foregoing her nightly routine of massaging the lightly scented body butter onto her skin, Olivia silently slides under the bedcovers and curls into her husband's side. She has been quiet since her parents announced their plan to return to Senegal, and he knows the old feelings the news has triggered. Fitz removes his reading glasses, sets them onto his nightstand, and wraps his arm around his wife.
"I'm not ready for them to go, Fitz. I was just getting used to having them again and now they are planning to leave."
"I know", rubbing his hand up and down her arm.
"I don't know why they can't stay here and volunteer at Triumph. They've done this my entire life – left me when I needed them. It always feels like they're abandoning me."
"You know that's not true", kissing the top of her head.
"But that's how I feel. I told you I was lonely a lot as a child. I never want Cena and Jo to feel that kind of loneliness."
"They won't. You're a terrific mother and they know how much you love them."
"What do we tell Cena when it's time for them to leave?"
"We'll explain that her grandparents need to return to Senegal to help others who are less fortunate."
"They're always off helping someone else. They did it to me and now they're doing it to their grandchildren. How do they expect Cee and Jo to know who they are – have a relationship with them – if they are on the other side of the world?"
"We can plan to visit them – take the girls. Would you like that?" Kissing the top of her head. She nods her head as the tears soak his tee shirt.
XXX
Fitz laid awake for hours last night thinking about the effect his in-laws' announcement had on his wife. With her starting a new career doing something she really enjoys, she should not be sad about her parents leaving, not today. He is going to make sure she has a wonderful time tonight. Stealthily sliding from under her, he rolls out of bed to get an early start on the day. Showering and dressing quickly, he walks quietly from the bedroom and heads downstairs to the kitchen where he sees Calvin sitting at the island reading the newspaper. He decides to take this opportunity to test if the man knows how Olivia feels about them returning to Senegal.
"Good morning, Calvin", Fitz says as he walks over to the coffee maker.
"Good morning, Fitzgerald", Calvin replies with his usual broad smile, folding the newspaper and setting it onto the island top. "You're getting an early start today."
"I have an early meeting", Fitz says, pouring the spicy coffee into his mug. "Where is everyone this morning?" He asks, looking around the kitchen.
"Today is Hildie's day off and my wife is in the nursery with Jolie. I suppose Cena is still upstairs with Bowtie", saying the dog's name with bitterness.
"Why do you dislike dogs so much, Calvin?" Fitz asks as he sets a frying pan onto one of the stove's burners.
"I dislike all animals", he says with disdain.
"I see", Fitz says, reaching into the refrigerator for the eggs and clarified butter. "Breakfast?" Fitz offers as he cracks four eggs into a bowl.
"No – thank you. Animals are sneaky – can't be trusted", Calvin continues.
"Why do you say that?" Fitz asks, moving over to the sink to splash a little cold water into the bowl, then drops in a pinch of salt.
"Because I have experience – firsthand", Calvin grumbles as he brings the mug to his lips.
"Firsthand - what happened?" Looking at Calvin curiously as he whisks the eggs.
"Fitzgerald, long ago, when I was around Cena's age, I was outside playing with my friends. We – I – decided to feed the neighbor's dog a few scraps and, the dog I had known forever suddenly turned on me – literally bit the hand that was trying to feed him. The mangy animal would not let go even as I screamed for help. I'll never forget the look in that mongrel's eyes - he was intent on killing me. He would have killed me if Mr. Greerstead had not come running from his house and beat the beast off me with his broomstick. My hand was mangled. It took 45 stitches to put it back together - the pain was excruciating."
Fitz stops whisking the eggs and watches as his father-in-law rubs his right hand.
"They had to put the dog down - said he had rabies - which meant I had to get those painful shots for weeks."
Fitz nods, now understanding Calvin's dislike for dogs. He knows, however, it was the rabies that caused the dog to attack his father-in-law, not the inherent nature of the dog. But he says nothing as he drops two slices of bread into the toaster.
"Did Liv have a similar experience? She's not fond of animals."
"No, but I taught her all animals are not to be trusted. They can betray you without warning."
Fitz nods again as he quickly scrambles the eggs, grabbing the toast as it pops from the toaster.
"You sure you don't want breakfast?" Plating the eggs and toast.
Calvin waves his hand dismissively and Fitz sits across from his father-in-law and immediately digs into his breakfast.
"So have you and Gwendolyn set a date to return to Senegal?" Fitz asks, and Calvin leans back in his seat and the broad smile returns.
"As soon as we wrap up the project at Triumph. Probably in another month or so. You and Livvia are doing better now so I think it is safe for us to return. A lot of people need us over there, Fitzgerald. Besides, we're excited to see how the school has turned out."
"Liv is really going to miss you both", Fitz says cautiously, studying the man's face. "I'm certain she would love if you could stay."
"Livvia is going to be just fine - she always is. She has you, our beautiful granddaughters, and she's starting a new career. She'll be so busy she will hardly know we're gone."
"Cena and Jolie will definitely miss you and Gwendolyn - they've become quite attached. I'm sure Cena will miss your morning encounters with Rufus." Calvin rolls his eyes at the mention of the neighbor's dog.
"We'll just Skype like we've always done. Technology closes the distance gap." Fitz nods, thinking the man is oblivious to how his daughter feels about them leaving.
"I better get going", Fitz says, carrying his plate over to the sink.
"Leave those dishes, Fitzgerald - I'll take care of them. You don't want to be late for your meeting."
"Are you sure?" Looking at his father-in-law with raised brow.
"Go – go. Gwennie and I have plenty of time before we have to be at Triumph", and Fitz looks at the man in panic. "Don't worry, Fitzgerald, we'll be back in plenty of time so you can take Livvia out for Valentine's Day."
"Thank you, Calvin. Have a good day."
"You as well, Fitzgerald", picking up the newspaper and resuming reading the article on gentrification in the city.
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Olivia glares at her husband's profile when she sees the hostess looking at the computer screen and shaking her head from side to side as she searches for their reservation. Fitz smiles confidently because he made the reservation for the new restaurant Olivia has been shamelessly dropping hints about going to the new restaurant on the waterfront everyone has been raving about. As the hostess continues to search for their reservation, the people in line behind them begin to clear their throats and sigh loudly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Grant, we don't seem to have a reservation for you", the hostess says, looking at him, then Olivia sympathetically.
"That can't be – I made the reservation a month ago."
"I'm, sorry, sir, but –"
"Is there a problem here, Stephanie?"
"This couple doesn't seem to have a reservation and –"
"Council President Grant?" The man says, uncertain if the man standing before him is indeed the new Council President. Somewhat embarrassed, Fitz smiles and nods his head. "Your brother, Dr. Benjamin Grant, saved my life - gave me a new heart", patting his chest where his new heart resides. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir", extending his hand to Fitz. "I'm the owner-chef of this joint", he says playfully. "Stephanie, give this couple my private table, and happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. Grant", the man says before quickly walking toward the kitchen, not waiting for a thank you.
Once they are settled in the best seat in the house, Olivia unleashes her anger on her husband.
"How could you forget to make a reservation", Olivia says through clenched teeth.
"I didn't", he protests in a hushed voice. "I made it last month - when we got back from the lake."
"I don't know what's wrong with you lately, you're getting forgetful."
"I'm sorry", lifting her hand to his lips.
"You owe, Ben - big time."
"Why do I owe, Bennie?"
"Because he gave the man a new heart. Just like the lion in The Wizard of Oz", she giggles. "And that's why we are sitting here."
"Did I say you look absolutely beautiful tonight?" He says with the smile she loves.
"You did but you can say it again."
"You look absolutely beautiful, Mrs. Grant", and they both giggle, putting the mishap behind them.
The waitress comes to their table with a bottle of red wine and they look at each other because they have not ordered anything. They haven't even looked at the menu.
"Compliments of the chef", the waitress says, pouring a small amount into Fitz' glass.
"Now you really owe Ben", Olivia smiles as he tastes the sample pour.
"This is very good. Thank you", and Olivia rolls her eyes because he rarely drinks wine. The waitress fills his glass then she fills Olivia's glass.
"Will there be anything else?" The waitress asks, looking back and forth at the two.
"Bring my husband a scotch on the rocks, please", shaking her head.
"Right away, ma'am." Olivia laughs as the waitress goes to get the scotch.
"Abby's pregnant", she blurts out, her mouth twitching nervously. She didn't mean to say it, had not planned on bringing it up tonight.
"Liv …." He says in a gentle, but warning tone.
"We haven't talked about it in a while, Fitz", she says, getting misty-eyed.
"There's been a lot going on, Liv."
"Don't you want another baby? Cee is six and JoJo will be one in May."
"I want my wife healthy", and she looks at him as the tears threaten to fall, and he relents somewhat. This night is about making her happy.
"Can we get through some of the things on our plate first?" Reaching his hand across the table and twirling her wedding set with his thumb.
"You say that about everything. You say it about moving and now you're saying it about having another baby."
"I promise - after March we'll discuss everything. Okay?" Lifting her hand to his lips. She nods, brushing the tears from her cheek as the waitress sets the drink in front of him.
XXX
She commands a flourish of horns as she struts through the restaurant decked out in a red dress that looks as if it was painted on, red stilettos, and fire engine red lipstick. With a hand resting on the small of her back, her date guides her through the dining room, following the hostess to their table.
"Oh my goodness", Victoria squeals, stopping at the booth when she sees her boss and his wife sitting in the booth across from each other. The hostess also stops just past the Grants' table. "Mr. Grant - Mrs. Grant, what a coincidence", she says with faux surprise. "I guess great minds think alike", quickly assessing the couple's demeanor. Although Fitz is holding his wife's hand, they seem disturbed by something and Olivia looks as if she has been crying.
"Hello, Ms Sanchez", Fitz says.
"Hello, Victoria. You look absolutely beautiful."
"Thank you, Mrs. Grant", she says, not bothering to return the compliment. "I'm sure you're familiar with my date - Edison Davis", she says proudly.
"I am", Olivia says smiling in recognition. "Hello, Edison."
"Hello, Olivia. It's been a long time. You're looking lovely as usual", and Victoria tries not to roll her eyes.
"Babe, Edison did some pro bono work for the foundation a few years ago. We could never afford his usual fees, of course. Edison, this is my husband, Fitzgerald Grant."
"I'm quite familiar with your husband's reputation, Olivia. It's a pleasure to meet you Council President Grant", Edison says, extending a handshake. "Congratulations on your win."
"Thank you, Mr. Davis. It's a pleasure to meet you", Fitz says, accepting Edison's handshake.
The hostess clears her throat, signaling they need to move from the aisle to so other patrons can be seated. As Victoria and Edison follow the hostess to their table Olivia leans over slightly, stretching her neck to take another look at Victoria's outfit.
"What are you looking at?" Fitz asks with crinkled brow.
"That's a really nice dress Victoria is wearing – tight."
"I guess she's trying to impress someone tonight", he says, bringing his wife's hand to his lips again.
"I suppose", Olivia says half to herself.
XXX
Arguably one of the most beautiful women in the city, Victoria Sanchez frequently uses her great looks, perfect figure, and seductive skills to gain ultimate power over men. Some would call Victoria Sanchez a conniving narcissist because she is relentless once she has set her sights on a target. She always selects highly successful men who have the means or position to satiate her grandiose goals. She could care less if the man is married, has children, or is a public figure who must protect his professional position. None of this matters. She wants what she wants.
Victoria came from a poor family and her schoolmates looked down their noses at her because her mother cleaned their homes and her father designed and maintained their well-manicured lawns. She wore their hand-me-downs to school and the snobby, mean-spirited children never missed an opportunity to point out that she was wearing their clothes from last season. The sting of being poor and always feeling marginalized was painful as a child - is still painful. However, she consoled herself with the knowledge that she was prettier than all of the girls in the school and looked better wearing their used clothes than they ever did.
As she matured into a beautiful young woman, Victoria began to realize the effect she has on men. She knew they were attracted to her sexually and want to be with her. She learned that the promise of hot sex is the most powerful tool she can use on a man, and most men cannot say no to this level of temptation. While she learned how to control men with sex, she has always had higher ambitions - she wanted power. She wanted to increase her social standing in the community, for she certainly was incapable of fulfilling her desires on her own accord.
Having discarded the red dress she spent a small fortune on for the short peach-colored silk nightgown and matching robe, Victoria reclines on the sofa in her small apartment, opens her tablet, and reflects on the evening. For the most part the evening was a success. Edison is always a good date although he can be cheap at times. That is why she sent him home tonight, she was not going to bed a man who whined about the price of a bottle of wine. She picks up the sweating glass from the table, takes a sip, and scrunches her face. Scotch must be an acquired taste she thinks as she scrolls through the latest family pictures Fitz has posted on his Facebook and Instagram accounts.