AN: I have been searching high and low for the file with my responses to Chapter 47 reviews, and have had no luck finding it. Didn't want to delay posting this chapter another day, so here it is without my usual comments. I appreciate and enjoy all the reviews. Thanks for continuing to support this story, even when it frustrates and angers you. As an author, that is a good thing. Here we go!
Chapter 48. House Hunters
Perched high on the ergonomically designed chair, Dennis has a bird's-eye view of all activity that takes place in the lobby of City Hall. From eight o' clock in the morning to four o' clock in the afternoon, he sees everything and everyone that comes through the lobby. He sees who comes to work early and leaves late. He sees who comes to work late and leaves early. He sees cliques of employees socializing and making plans for the weekend. He sees citizens coming in to meet with elected officials. He sees politicians huddled in corners whispering and making deals. And, he sees the council president and his assistant walk across the lobby toward the door that leads to the underground parking garage. Dennis leans back in the comfortable chair, folds his arms on top of his protruding belly, and shakes his head. He knows from experience that a woman who wears a dress like that and walks like that can only be trouble.
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"Fitz, I'm still surprised you drive an SUV—and one so big. I thought you were the type to drive something sporty – something fast", twisting her body around in the passenger seat so she can look in the back.
"It's a long story", he says, looking left then right before pulling the Yukon Denali from the parking garage onto Main Street.
"It's a virtual toy store back there", somewhat surprised when she sees the two car seats and an assortment of toys scattered across the backseat.
"I do have two small children, Victoria", he says, focused on navigating the truck through the late morning traffic. Victoria turns around and buckles her seatbelt, enjoying the feel of the butter-soft leather.
"It's always so busy in the city. It seems like the hustle and bustle never ends. People pushing and jostling – competing for a small amount of space", crossing her legs and allowing the dress to ride up her thighs.
Fitz remains silent, thinking he should have left the office earlier because traffic is always a nightmare this time of the morning. Victoria pulls her sunglasses from the purse and slides them onto her face.
"How long have you and Mrs. Grant been house hunting?" Studying his profile as he merges the truck into the right lane.
"A few weeks. We've toured a few houses — but most of our search has been online."
"Moving from the suburbs to the city is going to be a major lifestyle change. Most people would kill for the tranquility of Church Falls – especially after working in the city all day."
"The city has a lot to offer, Victoria", turning the steering right so he can turn onto Freemont Street. "There's a lot of new development happening downtown. I'm sure you've seen how the waterfront has been revitalized."
"The city has a lot offer for some people, Fitz. Everyone can't participate in the urban renaissance."
"I think that's it over there", pointing to the row of townhouses on the other side of the street.
"They're beautiful. I've always loved this part of the city" she says dreamily.
"I'll park over here - we can walk across the street."
Fitz buttons his suit jacket as he walks around the truck and Victoria climbs down from the passenger seat, slamming the heavy door shut. They both look left then right, waiting for an opportunity to cross the busy street. When the traffic finally subsides, Fitz places his hand low on her back and she grabs ahold of his arm as they dash across the street. Standing on the sidewalk, tilts her head back and gazes up at the three-story townhouse. She has imagined what it would be like to live in one of the posh homes a thousand times. Fitz presses the doorbell and Victoria smiles when she hears the elegant door chime. Within seconds, a short, middle-aged woman sporting a severe bob haircut opens the door. Dressed meticulously in a navy blue and white cardigan, matching skirt, and white silk blouse, her eyes twinkle when she smiles at the attractive couple.
"Come in — come in", stepping aside and allowing the couple to enter. "My name is Rheta Lawson — I'm the seller's agent", her pink lips smiling as she extends a handshake.
"I'm Fitzgerald Grant and this is Victoria", accepting Rheta's handshake. Victoria slides the sunglasses from her face.
"It's wonderful to meet you both", reaching for Victoria's hand, whose eyes come close to popping from her head when she sees the jaw-dropping, two-story foyer. The house is more elegant than she imagined. It certainly is grander than the houses her mother cleaned for those snooty people when she was a young girl.
"Joan said you have limited time this afternoon - so I'll just give you a quick overview of the house amenities before letting you explore on your own. Here are the details for the house", handing each a sheet of paper. "This is an exquisite, four-bedroom home — a real showcase. It has lots and lots of fabulous windows throughout - making it airy and full of light during the day and sparkly at night. There is a generous amount of space on the first level for entertaining. The second floor has an exquisite master retreat that composes the entire floor. It is to die for. You'll never want to leave", smiling cheekily at the couple. "On the third floor - you will find three additional bedrooms and a large bonus room." Victoria nods.
"The owners recently finished renovating the entire house. Everything is brand new – top of the line", clasping her hands and glancing around the foyer. "Unfortunately— they must sell — a divorce", Rheta mouths, as if the owners are within earshot.
Fitz half-listens as Rheta describes the features of the house. He has read about the house more than once and toured it online a few times. He simply wants to view it in person to make sure it will meet their needs. Victoria listens intently, quietly thinking she can see them living in a house like this.
"Any questions?" Rheta asks, her eyes darting back and forth between the couple.
"Thank you, Rheta", I would like to go upstairs and look at the bedrooms."
"Of course, Mr. Grant. The staircase is just around that corner", pointing her small wrinkled hand down the hall, causing the row of gold bangles around her wrist to jingle. Fitz is already walking down the hall before Rheta can finish directing him.
"I'll look at the rooms down here", Victoria calls after his retreating back.
"He's quite anxious", Rheta says to Victoria with a smile.
"This is an absolutely beautiful foyer, Rheta", still amazed by the high ceilings and spectacular chandelier.
"It is - wait until you see the rest of the house." Victoria nods and strolls off to explore the first floor.
"Take your time. I'll be in the kitchen if you have any questions", Rheta calls after the attractive woman as she walks into the living room.
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Fitz climbs the stairs up to the private living areas and is immediately impressed by the size of the space. The entire floor is dedicated to the master retreat, which includes the massive bedroom and en suite, a large sitting room, and his and hers walk-in closets. Floor-to-ceiling windows flow from room to room, providing spectacular views of the bay. Looking out the windows, he nods his head up and down, thinking Olivia is going to love watching sunsets from their private balcony. He surveys the adjoining bathroom and is pleased with the large standalone, frameless shower and deep claw-foot bathtub. Satisfied with the accommodations on the second floor, he climbs the stairs to the next level, where the children and guests' bedrooms are located. The bedrooms are slightly smaller than what they currently have, but he is confident Olivia will like them since they all have an adjoining bathroom. Walking down the hall in search of the bonus room, he wonders if Olivia will be okay with the girls' bedrooms not located on the same floor as theirs. He likes the size of the bonus room and that there are plenty of windows in the room.
The girls and Bowtie will have lots of fun in this space he thinks as he looks out the window onto the backyard.
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Victoria saunters around the first floor, basking in splendor and luxury. She loves the elegantly staged living room, thinking this is the lifestyle she was born to live. She would make a few changes to the style and placement of the furniture, of course, but overall, it is a stunning room. She walks toward the family room and gasps when she comes face to face with the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. She brings a hand to her mouth when she sees the lush foliage in the backyard. With the high ceilings and windows, the room is nothing less than spectacular. She can see them entertaining guests here and out back when the weather permits.
Rheta looks up from her paperwork when she hears the high heels striking against the hardwood floors. Victoria's red lips are stretched broad when she sees the kitchen.
"Amazing — isn't it? The owners had this Carrara marble shipped from Italy — two inches thick", Rheta says, running her hand over the island top. "The professional-grade appliances are also new. Do you enjoy cooking, Mrs. Grant?" The short, stocky woman climbs down from the tall, plush barstool.
"Excuse me?" Victoria replies with a look of surprise.
"It's a wonderful kitchen if you enjoy cooking."
"I don't do a lot of cooking — but this kitchen will definitely inspire me to think about doing a little more. It's absolutely beautiful."
"Well - I'm sure your husband will love to make it yours", winking when she hears the heavy footsteps walking toward the kitchen.
"I'm going to check out the size of the backyard. The girls are going to need outdoor space to play as well." Rheta and Victoria nod as he slides open the glass door that leads to the backyard.
"And how many daughters do you and Mr. Grant have?"
"Two — we have two daughters. Cena and Jolie. Excuse me, Rheta - I'm going upstairs to look at the bedrooms."
"Prepare to be wowed. A floor dedicated to the master suite — a girl can dream." Victoria smiles as she hurries from the kitchen, enjoying being mistaken for Mrs. Grant.
A few minutes later Fitz returns to the house and walks around the kitchen, nodding his head in approval as he eyes the decor. He the professional-grade, stainless steel appliances. He can see himself preparing meals in here and having family discussions around the large island.
"This is a beautiful kitchen, Rheta. I like the appliances. The island is similar in size to what we currently have."
"So - you're the cook in the family?"
"I enjoy cooking when I have the time."
"What did you think about the upstairs? There's lots of space for your two girls."
"All the bedrooms are a good size - the master retreat is incredible. My wife is going to love the view of the bay. I also like the bonus room on the third floor. It'll make an excellent playroom for the children. Overall - I like what I see — but I am somewhat disappointed there isn't an office. My wife and I work from home a lot."
"I understand. Perhaps you can use the bonus room as an office?" Fitz' mouth twitch in disapproval. He likes having a dedicated space for Cena and Jolie to play.
"My wife and I need to discuss it further. How about I have Joan get back to you?" He says as they walk from the kitchen and through the family room, stopping in the hall at the bottom of the staircase.
"That'll be terrific — but I wouldn't wait too long, Mr. Grant. Several couples have already looked at this property. A house like this in the city doesn't stay on the market very long."
"I understand", shaking Rheta's hand. "Come on, Victoria - we have to get going", he calls up the stairs before walking down the hall to the front door.
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An audible gasp escapes Victoria's throat when she walks into the luxurious bedroom in the master retreat. The space is larger than her entire apartment, and it certainly is much bigger than any of the small, one- or two-bedroom apartments her family lived in when she was a child.She meanders around the space until she finds his and hers closets. She practically swoons when she walks into the lady's closet. The room is filled with elegant cabinetry, all kinds of shelves, racks, and cubby holes to hang and store her wardrobe. She spread her arms wide and twirls around the space, imagining herself returning home from shopping in the exquisite shops on Ranstead Boulevard and filling the closet with designer everything: clothes, shoes, handbags and, of course, negligees. She certainly would not have a problem showing her gratitude in that stunning bedroom for his generosity.
Rheta glances at her watch as she waits patiently at the bottom of the stairs for Victoria. She plays with the reading glasses hanging from the gold chain around her neck, thinking the woman has been upstairs for quite some time, which is always a good sign. A few minutes later Victoria descends the grand staircase as if she is already the lady of the house.
"Rheta, the master retreat is to die for. The views — and those closets …."
"I told you — it's really something to behold. And what about the children's rooms — the bedrooms for your girls? Will they meet your needs? There's another bedroom for a nursery", she says suggestively.
"I didn't see them - I'm sure they'll be fine", waving her hand dismissively.
"Oh — I see", taken aback by the women's disinterested demeanor. She assumes Mr. Grant is the nurturing parent.
"Thank you, Rheta. It really is an exquisite home. We will have to discuss it further before making a decision."
"Of course. Mr. Grant is waiting for you in the foyer." Rheta follows Victoria down the hall to the front door thinking the woman does not have a maternal bone in her body. She seems to be the kind of woman whose sole interest is her.
"I will have Joan schedule another appointment, Rheta", Fitz says as he opens the door.
"Oh my", I had no idea we were to get downpours", Rheta gasps, bringing her hand to her chest, and Victoria groans silently. She does not want the rain to ruin her hair.
"I guess we have to make a mad dash to the truck", Fitz says, squinting as he looks skyward at the pouring rain.
"Take this", Rheta offers, lifting the black umbrella from the stand next to the door.
"Thank you", Victoria says, quickly taking the umbrella from the woman's hand.
"But what will you use? You'll get drenched", Fitz says.
"I'll just wait it out here. I have lots of paperwork to keep me busy", glancing at the woman and wondering how the kind man ended up with such a selfish woman.
Victoria pops open the umbrella, shielding them both from the rain as they hurry down the steps. Rheta pulls her sweater tightly around her body as she watches the couple wait on the sidewalk for the traffic to pass. She shakes her head thinking Mr. Grant better have a lot of money if he wants to keep a wife like that.
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"This storm seems to have come out of nowhere." Victoria says, digging into her pocket for her compact.
"Thanks to Rheta we didn't get completely soaked." Victoria's stomach grumbles and they look at each other and laugh. "I guess I better feed you since you were kind enough to give up your lunch hour to come with me."
"That sounds nice - we can compare notes. It really is a beautiful house, Fitz."
As Fitz drives the oversized truck down Freemont Street, the torrential rains make it more difficult for him to see what is ahead of him. The windshield wipers are working overtime trying to keep pace with the unrelenting rain. Victoria leans back against the plush leather seat, crosses her legs, and looks at the compact's mirror. She smiles as she swipes the powder puff over her face, liking they are spending the afternoon together outside of the office.
Fitz turns onto Ranstead Boulevard, the street known for its luxury goods stores, and the rain begins to dissipate. Driving the speed limit down the commercially zoned street, something across the way catches his eye. He makes a quick U-turn, causing Victoria to slide against the passenger door and annoyed drivers blow their horns.
"What's the matter?" Looking perplexed and somewhat shaken.
"I have to make a quick stop", pulling the truck into the first available parking space.
"Oh — okay — I'll go with you", dropping the compact into her purse and unbuckling the seatbelt.
"No — wait here — I won't be long", climbing down quickly from the truck, and she eyes him suspiciously as he slams the door shut. She looks out the back window, watching him enter a store and wonders what is so important in that store that he almost caused an accident. She looks down at her watch and sighs, hoping he will not be too long because she is hungry. Fifteen minutes later Fitz returns swinging a bag in his hand and whistling. She recognizes the name of the upscale store on the bag.
"You really needed to get to that store", she says somewhat sarcastically, hoping he will tell her what he bought.
"I apologize if I scared you. I saw the store that sells Liv's body butter. It's actually called skin caviar", he says with a chuckle. "She needed another jar – I also got her a few other items in the same line. The saleswoman says they all work better as a system."
"May I see?"
"Sure", handing her the bag of expensive skin care products. "Now I'm starved - we better get to that restaurant."
Her eyes almost bulge from her head when she pulls the large blue jar of the famous La Prairie Skin Caviar from the bag. She knows the jar alone costs almost $500.00, and he has bought three other items in the system. She quickly calculates he has spent over $1000.00 on luxury skin care products. She sets the bag onto the center console thinking she needs Fitzgerald Grant. She needs him to stop traffic and buy her a gift. He wants him to worship and adore her, she just needs to bide her time. As Fitz drives to the restaurant, she silently sings Gladys Knight's, If I Were Your Woman
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When they enter the restaurant, the hostess recognizes the council president and seats them immediately. Victoria smiles internally because she likes the status she derives from being with him.
"What do you like to eat when you come here, Fitz?" Scanning the menu.
"I get different things - it depends on my mood. I think I'll get the fish tacos today", closing the menu and setting it onto the table.
"I'm not in the mood for fish. I think I'll get – "
"Mr. Grant?" The voice calls out in surprise.
"Marcella, it's good to see you", standing and giving his former adviser a hug. "How have you been? How's the team?"
"I'm fine - the team is fine. We discussed your proposal - you should be hearing from Rashid soon", glancing quickly at Victoria who does not bother to look up from the menu.
"You remember Victoria — my assistant?"
"I certainly do", eyeing the woman with suspicion. "Hello, Victoria."
"I'm sorry - I can't seem to remember your name."
"It's Marcella - Marcella Andersen", frowning at the pompous woman before turning back to Mr. Grant.
"Mr. Grant — it was good seeing you. I'm really looking forward to our next meeting."
"Me too", he says with a genuine smile.
"By the way — I'm having lunch with Mrs. Grant next week. I'll be sure to tell her I saw you", glancing again at Victoria with disapproval.
"Take care, Marcella. I'll see you soon", Fitz says as he sits down.
"Good-bye, Victoria", Marcella says.
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Fitz knows his wife well and he know she is upset about something because she has been giving him one-word answers all evening or worse, grunting her responses. He has been wracking his brain all night trying to figure out what he did wrong. Her birthday is not for months and neither is their anniversary. He cannot understand why she is giving him the silent treatment.
"Is something wrong?" Frowning as he watches her snatch open the nightstand drawer and almost causing the lamp to topple to the floor.
"Your dog has to go. Tell Cena he ran away. Tell her his parents miss him and want him back. Tell her anything - I don't care. I want that mongrel out of my house — tomorrow."
"What happened? Why are you so upset with Bowtie?" His face scrunched with confusion.
"That dog you bought here, without consulting me, destroyed the kitchen today. I spent hours cleaning up his mess. He has to go."
"No", he says flatly.
"No? What do you mean no?" Turning and glaring at him.
"Bowtie is good for Cena – she's attached to him. I won't snatch him away from her. With everything going on she needs a friend right now."
"She'll get over it."
"You'll get over it." Her eyes widen with shock. She cannot believe he is denying her. "I'm not budging on this, Liv. I'll give you anything – you know that - but the dog stays."
The tears roll down her cheeks and he looks at her with concern.
"Livvie", crawling across the bed and taking her in his arms. "What's the matter, baby? What's wrong?"
"It's all too much, Fitz. I have a lot going on. With Hildie being out the rest of the week, planning Jo's party, and my recommendation for Bryson — I don't have time to clean up after your dog."
"It's unlike Bowtie to get into the trash. He knows better. Why do you think he did it today?" She looks up at him sheepishly.
"I guess I sort of forgot to feed him. But — that's no excuse for what he did", she adds quickly.
"Liv — you gotta feed him."
"I don't want to", she whines.
"Then you won't get your gift", he says with a slight smirk.
"Gift — you bought me a gift?" Her eyes lighting up with expectation.
"I did. Now kiss me."
"You're tricking me", looking at him with skeptically.
"Have it your way", leaning back against the headboard and sliding his tablet from the nightstand
"Wait — wait", climbing on to his lap and eagerly brushing her lips over his.
"More", he chuckles. She deepens the kiss and he moans, sliding down the thin strap on her nightgown.
"Nope — you said a kiss. Now where's my gift?" Pulling away from him.
He pecks her on the lips, reaches for the bag on the floor, and dangles the bag of expensive skin care products in the air. Olivia tries to grab the bag, but he raises it higher and laughs harder.
"Give it to me, Fitz", still trying to grab the bag.
"Say it."
"I owe you. I owe you", she confesses, and their laughter reverberates against the walls. He lowers the bag and she snatches it from his hand and crawls off his lap. Like a child on Christmas Day, she peeks into the bag and gasps when she sees its contents.
"Babe", she says in wonder. "You got everything."
"I did", smiling proudly as he watches her pull each item from the bag.
"I've never used these other products — just the body butter."
"Skin caviar, Liv — not body butter. It's caviar for the body. Spread it on so I can eat it", he says playfully.
"You're being silly", pulling another item from the bag. "How did you know I needed more caviar?" Giggling as she pulls the facial serum from the bag.
"I know everything about you. Besides - I've only listened to you whine every night that you needed a new jar."
"I don't whine", she says, reading the label on the facial serum. "I've never used these other products.
"The sales clerk said they work best when used together – as a system."
"I just love them all, babe", crawling across the bed and kissing him. "And - I love you, too."
"And I love you, Mrs. Grant", gliding his tongue down her neck as he caresses her butt.
"By the way — I found the perfect house for us today. We have to look at it tomorrow."
"What? You went house hunting without me?" Pulling back and looking at him with an arched brow.
"You were busy today and I wanted to surprise you", pecking her on the lips. "Rheta says — "
"Who's Rheta?" Crinkling her brow.
"The seller's agent. Rheta said others are interested in the house so we have to make a decision right away - if you like it."
"Okay — I'll move some things around tomorrow so we can look at the house."
"And Liv — Bowtie stays", he says with finality.
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Fitz holds his wife's hand as they dash across the busy street, and when they reach the sidewalk, Olivia frowns, thinking they barely made it across with their lives. As they walk up the steps, she glances over her shoulder at the steady flow of cars and trucks rolling up and down the street.
"Fitz, this street is awfully busy - the cars whizz by so fast. And his house isthree stories - having stairs is not on my list, babe. I'll have carry stuff up and down all the time", looking up at the beautiful Tudor-style townhouse.
"You do that now."
"That's my point."
"Just keep an open mind, Liv - you're going to love it. There's a really nice backyard - the girls and Bowtie will have fun back there." She rolls her eyes at the mention of the family pet.
When the door swings open, Rheta is immediately transfixed by the handsome, hand-holding couple standing before her, and the usually twinkling eyes go blank with confusion. The bangles around her wrist jingle as she twists the reading glasses hanging from the chain around her neck. She wonders where is Mrs. Grant.
"Good morning, Rheta. My wife and I would like to take another look at the house."
"Of course, Mr. Grant. I'll let her in when – "
"Rheta, this is my wife – Olivia Grant." With brow furrowed, Olivia looks up at her husband for an explanation.
"Oh – I'm so sorry, Mrs. Grant. I thought …. Well - come in – come in", stepping back and allowing the couple to enter. "It is so good to meet you, Mrs. Grant. My name is Rheta – the seller's agent", extending a handshake.
"It so nice to meet you, Rheta – and call me Olivia", shaking the agent's hand. Olivia smiles because the jingling sound of Rheta's bracelets reminds her of the bracelet her mother wears.
"Would you like me to go over the amenities again, Mr. Grant?" Eyeing the man suspiciously.
"That won't be necessary - I'll show my wife around. Come on Liv - let's go look at the bedrooms. You're really going to love the master retreat", he says excitedly, pulling her by the hand.
"Well – take all the time you need - I'll be in the kitchen. Let me know if you need anything." Watching the couple walk in the direction of the staircase, Rheta absently strokes her neck. She has been in this business over 20 years and thought she had seen everything. But, one husband, two wives, and one house is pretty remarkable, even in this business. Perhaps they are Mormons.
"Babe, Rheta seemed confused about who I am."
"She probably thought Victoria was my wife", he says nonchalantly as they walk down the hall.
"Whoa -whoa", snatching her hand from his and backing away. "Why would Rheta think Victoria is your wife?" Glowering at him with arms folded.
"She came with me yesterday to view the house."
"What? You showed Victoria this house?"
"She saw the listings on my desk and volunteered to come with me - to give me another perspective", he says without a second thought and she glares at him. "It's no big deal, Liv – come on - let's go upstairs. You're going to love it."
After showing Olivia every nook and cranny in the house, Fitz smiles proudly as they stand at the bottom of the staircase.
"So - what do you think - isn't it perfect? It's not a ranch – and it doesn't have an office - but it has almost everything else on our lists."
"It's a lovely house, babe …." Fitz frowns because knows that tone and he never likes what follows.
"What is it? What don't you like?"
"I don't think this house is for us."
"Why not?" Surprised she does not like the house.
"It's a beautiful house — elegant - stunning actually. But - it doesn't feel like a family home. It feels more like – like a show home. It feels like a place to be admired", she says, glancing around the hall.
"We can make it a home, Liv — make it ours."
"It doesn't have a dedicated office. You're going to need an office, babe", looking up at his disappointed face.
"Rheta suggested we convert the bonus room to an office."
"Babe", she says, softening her voice. "I have other concerns."
"Like what?"
"I wouldn't feel comfortable with the girls sleeping on a separate floor. We couldn't hear if anything happened", giving him a pointed look.
He nods, remembering the night Jolie almost died.
"And there's a lot of traffic on this street - it's not safe for the girls. I'd be afraid something might happen to Cee and Jo." He nods slowly, wondering why he did not think about the traffic yesterday.
"I'm sorry, babe", pecking him on the lips. "We'll find something – I promise."
"So — how do you like the house?" Rheta asks excitedly, interrupting their debriefing session. She looks at Olivia because she knows Mr. Grant is already sold on the house.
"As I was saying to my husband, Rheta. It's a beautiful house - the owners did a terrific job with the renovations. But -"
"It's not for us", Fitz interjects.
"Oh — I see", Rheta says, looking back and forth at the couple. "Can you tell me what you don't like about the house?"
"Rheta, we want our daughters' bedrooms close to ours — on the same floor", Olivia says and Rheta nods.
"And this street – it's much too busy for children. I should've noticed it yesterday."
"I understand. I certainly would be nervous living on a busy street if I had two little ones", Rheta says with sincerity.
"We want something that feels like a family home — not a designer home", Olivia continues.
"I see — I see", thinking about their requirements as she fidgets with the eyeglasses hanging from around her neck. "Wait right here - I have a listing that just came back on the market this morning — new construction. The buyers had difficulty obtaining the necessary financing. Just a minute while I get the paperwork."
As Rheta scurries down the hall toward the family room, Olivia stands on her toes and pecks her husband on the lips.
"What was that for?" Placing his hands on her hips.
"For being a fantastic husband and father. For trying to surprise me with this house." He smiles and runs his tongue over her lips. Her lips part and he slips his tongue inside as he backs her against the wall. Lost in each other they do not hear Rheta walking down the hall.
"Oh – oh", Rheta says, somewhat flustered when she comes upon the make-out session. Olivia smiles at her husband as she swipes her thumb across his lips. "I think this house will be perfect for your family", pushing copies of the listing into their hands. "The house is only two blocks away — it's a beautiful day — we can walk." Olivia looks at Fitz and he nods, agreeing to visit the house.
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The sun shines brightly as they walk the two blocks to the second house. Olivia and Fitz quickly survey the surrounding neighborhood while trying to keep pace with Rheta. Her squat stature belies her ability to move quickly. They listen intently as Rheta describes the house location.
"This is not a covenant community— no HOAs — although that wouldn't be a problem for families who choose to live here. This is an affluent community — but not snobbish. The house we're going to look at is located at the top of a cul-de-sac — on a quarter-acre lot. You won't find too many houses in the city that sit on a lot that size."
When they turn the corner, they feel as if they have entered a world that is different from the surrounding neighborhood of townhouses. The street looks like a somewhat smaller version of the neighborhoods found in Church Falls. Although the houses are not as large, and there certainly is not as much land, the single-family homes are quite striking. Each house is built in a different architectural style, which Fitz appreciates. Olivia glances up at her husband and squeezes his hand; she can see he is impressed.
"Isn't this neighborhood just fabulous", Rheta says, increasing her pace as they get closer to the house. Fitz nods as he counts the number of houses on the street.
"The house is a little different than the one you just toured. Beyond it's grace — the house is built to be practical and durable.It's a real family home.The architectural style is craftsman - reminiscent of the Frank Lloyd Wright style – beautiful yet understated. This builder was mindful of the surrounding communities. He did not want the facades to be too ostentatious."Olivia and Fitz nod as Rheta educates them about the builder's rationale for the community's design.
"The builder's goal is to give ex-suburbanites all the amenities they are used to - but on a slightly smaller scale – of course. He understands families are motivated to move to the city and take advantage of the arts, restaurants - that sort of thing. But - they also want some of the same accommodations they had in their suburban homes – large kitchens, family rooms, and master suites are important. This small community is the builder's way of offering the best of both worlds. Although this is not a gated community —the house has an automatic gate – providing security and ease-of-mind."
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As they approach the house, Olivia immediately likes what she sees. She especially likes that the house sits back from the street. Fitz scans the front of the house, assessing the driveway that leads to the side-entry, two-car garage.
"I think you're going to love this house -." Rheta says excitedly as she punches in the code for the lock box. Olivia and Fitz smile at the woman's enthusiasm. "The modest — yet immature landscaping will be beautiful in a few years. The interior is just astounding - designed using only the highest quality craftsmanship and materials. When you enter this beautiful house - you are going to be stunned by the two-story foyer." Rheta allows the door to swing open and Olivia's eyes stretch wide and Fitz remains stoic.
"Oh, babe", Olivia says, marveling at the beautiful entryway. Fitz knows that tone, she has already fallen in love with the house and she has not seen the first room. Rheta smiles, she knows if the wife is excited from the beginning then she can start counting her sales commission check.
"I'll give you a quick overview of the features and amenities – then we can begin the tour." Olivia nods eagerly.
"Directly behind us is the family room, Mrs. Grant. As you can see - the natural light floods the room. I think your family will enjoy spending time there. To the right of the family room is the sumptuous kitchen. Off the kitchen you will find a modest butler's pantry, which flows into the dining room. To the left of the family room is the gentleman's office", glancing at Fitz. "Farther down the hall is the mud room and exit to the two-car garage."
"And how many bedrooms are in this place?" Fitz asks flatly.
"Four, Mr. Grant", Rheta replies quickly.
"We have five in our current home."
"But the other house had four bedrooms as well, babe."
"Is there a living room?"
"There isn't a living room in this house, Mr. Grant. We're finding families just aren't using them." Olivia gives him an I-told-you-so look.
"Let's visit the family room first", Rheta says, leading the way down the hall.
"Babe, babe, babe", Olivia says, admiring the impeccable craftsmanship and architectural elements of the room.
"This is such a warm room — with wonderful details", Rheta continues. "The wide plank, black walnut floors - the huge mason-cut stone fireplace - and lots and lots of arched windows give the room a fabulous sense of volume and space. My favorite part of this room is the floor-to- ceiling glass pocket doors. These beautiful doors fold back - giving you immediate access to the private outdoors. We'll go out there a little later. That's the dessert." Fitz rolls his eyes.
"I can see us hanging out in here as a family, babe. I can see Cena practicing her dance and Jo figuring out how to walk."
"Let's now take a peek at the gentleman's study", Rheta says, guiding them through the family room. "As you can see - the walnut-planked floors extend to this space. The rich wood paneling, inlaid ceiling, and fabulous views to the backyard make this a perfect place to work from home."
Fitz smiles slightly because he likes the idea of seeing Olivia and the girls out back while he is working. Rheta beckons the couple to follow her to the kitchen.
"The massive designer kitchen is well-appointed with all the culinary accoutrements designed for the true gourmand in mind. You have granite counter tops, furniture-finish cabinetry, and copper fixtures. A true gourmet's kitchen." Fitz rolls his eyes again, wondering why Rheta has to speak as if she is the narrator for one of those design home television shows.
"You also have this massive center island and a breakfast nook that overlooks the backyard."
"Babe, babe, babe", running her fingertips over the island top. "You would love cooking in this kitchen."
"I love cooking in our kitchen", he grumbles.
"Look at that vintage-style stove. It's huge – more burners than we currently have. Cee will definitely love the color. Look, babe", lifting the lid in the center of the stove to reveal a built-in griddle. "You can make lots of panny cakes on this." He walks over to examine the appliance.
"A stove is hardly a reason to buy a house, Liv. We can replace our perfectly good stove in our current home with a stove like this if you want." She ignores his dour comment.
"What about all of the cabinets? I love the color", opening and closing the doors and soft-close drawers. The corner of his mouth twitch when he hears her use the word love again. His lack of enthusiasm so far spurs Rheta to show them the second level.
"Another jewel in this house is this back staircase", Rheta says, walking over to the second staircase and placing her hand on the bannister.
"Babe, don't you like there's second staircase in the kitchen? You can get your ice cream quickly at night", she says playfully in an attempt to loosen him up.
"You know I rarely eat ice cream at night", he grumbles as they walk up the stairs. Rheta stops in the hall at the top of the stairs and continues her presentation.
"The second floor boasts an array of bedrooms, a second laundry room, and a crafts room. As you can see, the hardwood floors extend to this level as well, and all the doors up here are 15 feet tall. The builder wanted to give this home a sense of expansive height and openness."
"I like that there's a second laundry room upstairs."
"Do you need a craft room? You don't do crafts very often", Fitz says.
"You can make that crafts room into a second office or playroom", Rheta interjects. Olivia and Fitz nod. "The master suite is down the hall to the left and the three other bedrooms are down here", pointing down the hall. "The bedrooms are all a good size. You have two little girls – correct?"
"We do", Olivia says proudly.
"And you'll have plenty of space for one or two more."
"Let's look at the children's rooms first", Olivia says excitedly.
"This is a really nice room, babe. I think Cee will enjoy being in here", scanning the structure of the room.
"It's smaller than her current room", Fitz says, opening and closing closet doors. "She's getting older, Liv."
"Babe, it's not that much smaller. There's more than enough room for Cee to grow" They assess the two remaining bedrooms before heading down the hall to the master suite.
"Prepare to have your breaths taken away. The master suite is nothing less than stunning." Rheta turns the doorknob and allows the door to swing open, revealing an exquisite bedroom. Fitz finally looks impressed.
"Wow - this is almost as large as our bedroom, babe.", dropping her husband's hand and walking into the massive room.
"Serenity, peace, and tranquility is what this space offers. This voluminous master suite has a wonderful sitting area, beautiful cabinetry, and phenomenal views from your private terrace."
Rheta walks over to the bed and presses one of the many buttons on the panel located above one of the nightstands. She loves this part of the tour. Olivia gasps when the curtains retract and the view of the bay is revealed. Now Fitz is really impressed. Entranced by the beautiful view, he and Olivia walk out onto the terrace, forgetting about Rheta.
"You can wake up in the morning with the beautiful view of the bay to your right and go to sleep at night with the city's skyline to your left. This master suite is so tranquil when all the buildings are lit at night."
"This is absolutely magnificent. We can sit out here and watch the sun set and rise."
"This is pretty terrific", Fitz says. Rheta allows the couple a few more minutes to enjoy the view before continuing the tour.
"Let's look at the rest of the bedroom suite", Rheta says as she walks toward the sitting area.
"I love this sitting area – and the fireplace. I can read over here at night without disturbing you. Is this the closet?" Olivia asks.
"It is, Mrs. Grant. It's all furniture finished. You have built-in shelves, built-in drawers, hardwood floors, high ceilings. It's a really spacious closet. Now - my second favorite space in this house is the adjoining master bath, let's go take a peek. You have a giant steam shower and a large spa tub. You can revel in all the resort-inspired amenities in this en suite."
"Why does she have to speak like that?" He whispers, and Olivia elbows him in the stomach to behave.
"This bathroom is about the size of ours", Olivia says.
"I don't think that tub is going to be big enough for two", he says flatly. Olivia wonders if that all he can think to say about the beautiful space.
"Mr. Grant, you have the option of upgrading that tub to a larger one. You have more than enough space in here to do so. Why don't you climb in and try this one for size?"
"That won't be necessary."
"Aww – go on babe – try it." Standing back and smiling at his reluctance to test-drive the bathtub.
"You don't even have to take off your shoes, Mr. Grant." He hesitates for a moment, glances over at his grinning wife, then climbs into the tub.
"I'm going to need another foot. I hate having to bend my knees."
"That's definitely doable, sir."
Smiling mischievously, Fitz extends a hand to his wife. "Join me - we have to test if it's big enough for two."
"No thank you - I think it will be just fine", folding her arms across her chest.
"Well I can't possibly make a decision on this house not knowing if the tub is big enough for two", he says with a smirk. Olivia looks over at Rheta with embarrassment written over her face.
"Why don't I give you two some time alone. When you're finished you can come downstairs and we can look at the backyard", Rheta says as she scurries quickly from the bathroom. She likes that the couple is playful and loving.
"Babe, I like everything about this house. I think it's perfect for us."
"Everything? How can you like everything?"
"Well I do. It's like our current home – but it's not like our current home."
"I'm waiting, Mrs. Grant. And - take off your shoes."
"You're only doing this because you know I like this house."
"I'm waiting", he repeats in a sing-song voice while trying to suppress the laugh. She rolls her eyes, sets her purse onto the granite countertop, and kicks off her shoes. Fitz extends his hand, helping her to climb into the tub. She straddles him and they both begin to laugh.
"I really - really like this house", draping her arms around his neck and pecking him on the lips.
"Do you think this tub is big enough?" Smiling playfully.
"Rheta already said we can change it. You're just being silly", swatting him on the shoulder.
"This house doesn't have a living room. Where are we going to have birthday and holiday celebrations if we don't have a living room? We open gifts in the living room."
"Any. Where. We. Want." She says, punctuating each word with a kiss.
"Anywhere we want?"
"Anywhere", pecking him on the lips again.
"Do you really like this house?"
"I do. I like the street. I like how homey it feels. I like how the sun fills the house - no matter what room you're in. I like our bedroom — and the views from the terrace."
"Our bedroom?"
"You know what I mean", gently slapping his shoulder. "Do you like it? Can you see yourself living here?" She asks softly.
"We're going to need a bigger tub", trying to stretch his legs. Her full lips stretch into a smile and he smiles, too.
"You got it, mister", kissing him again.
He sucks on her bottom lip, pulling her with him as he leans back, and they both moan. Ears aflame, his arms encircle her waist and he kisses her deeper. The smacking sounds fill the air and bouncing off the porcelain and granite. His long fingers massage her bottom and his pants twitch with arousal. This is their third make-out session of the day. He pulls her closer and Olivia screams when she feels the cold water washing over her bent knees. They scamper from the tub, laughing raucously.
"Look at what you did - you got us wet", she says through the laughter while dabbing the towel on her pants.
"I told you we were going to need a bigger tub", guffawing as he turns off the water.
"You look like you wet yourself", throwing the towel at him.
"I think I'm going to like this house", smiling goofily as he glances around the room.
"We can't go to lunch now", pointing at his pants and laughing.
"Why not? We have to celebrate buying a house."
"Yay", she screams again, clapping her hands and jumping up and down. "Wait — we haven't seen the backyard", tamping her own enthusiasm.
"I saw it from our terrace. I'm good. Let's find Rheta and let her know she just sold a house."
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Rheta sits on the sofa in the family room reading her email. She has three new requests for appointments to tour the house in which she is sitting and that makes her happy. She plans on using part of her sales commission check to go to Hawaii. The city is changing and people are willing to pay top dollar for high-end properties. The demand for real estate in certain parts of the has been quite profitable for her and the agency over the past year. Rheta sets the phone onto the sofa when she hears footsteps on the hardwood floor.
"Oh my", she exclaims when the couple walks into the family room holding hands. "You two might need to stand out back in the sun until you're dry." They all chuckle. "So – what do you think? Will this house work for your family?"
"We love it", Olivia says quickly, grinning from ear to ear.
"What she said - we love it", Fitz grins equally as wide.
"Terrific, let's go take a peek at the dessert."
Rheta walks over to the wall of floor-to-ceiling glass pocket doors and slides them open. The family room seems to double in size and Olivia eyes stretch wide. "You can open these doors to take advantage of the view of the backyard and pool – the dessert."
"A pool? I didn't see a pool from the terrace." Fitz drops Olivia's hand and walks out to the backyard. Rheta and Olivia smile at each other as they follow him outside. Rheta begins her final spiel.
"This is a Hampton-style backyard - decked out with all the modern amenities. You have an indoor-outdoor living and eating area that overlooks the pool. There are wonderful misting fans above for those hot summer days and nights. The area is also heated for use 12 months a year. It's literally a living room — you can spend the night out here."
Fitz wraps his arms around his wife's waist and whispers into ear. "Under the stars. Under the stars." Olivia elbows him again.
"Did you say something, Mr. Grant?"
"I was just telling my wife this backyard is terrific - more than I expected. I can teach our youngest daughter how to swim in that pool", grinning at his wife.
"I'm glad you like it, Mr. Grant", thinking she has finally won over the man. "Now you've seen everything", Rheta says, clasping together her hands.
"We'll take it. Where do we sign?" Fitz says with a broad smile.
An hour later, after the sales contract is completed, Olivia and Fitz head over to Restaurant 52 to celebrate. Rheta sends emails to the other three couples who wanted to view the property letting them know the house has been sold. She likes the Grants and thinks this will be the perfect house for their family. As she packs up her belongings, Rheta shakes her head, still wondering who was the other woman with Mr. Grant yesterday.
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Victoria frowns at the clock in the bottom-right corner of the monitor when she hears his heavy footsteps walking toward the reception area. He has been out of the office all morning and half of the afternoon.
"Good afternoon, Victoria", he says with a lilt in his voice as he strolls past her desk.
"Good afternoon", she says somewhat sourly. She gives a few minutes to settle into his office before going in under the guise of needing his signature on a few documents. She has no idea where he has been all day.
"I didn't realize you had an appointment outside the office today", setting the folders on the desk. "I need your signature on these documents -please." He nods and scribbles his signature on the last page of each document.
"Liv and I went house hunting", closing the last folder and handing them back to her.
"Did you select the one we toured yesterday? We agreed that was the perfect house."
"No. Liv — we decided it wasn't right for us. That street is way too busy for children."
"I see. So - did you find another house?"
"We did as a matter of fact – a few blocks away. It's on a cul-de-sac - which Liv loves", rolling up his sleeves ready to get to work. "We should close on it in a few months. Liv wants to be settled in before Cena starts school."
"I see. Well I'm happy for you – both of you", she says, turning to walk from the office.
"Oh, Victoria, can you get me a fresh pot of coffee? I'm going to be here for a while."
"Of course," fuming as she walks from the office. Why the hell does Olivia always get every damn thing she wants?
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When she sees the young woman walking toward their table, Olivia shakes her head thinking what a difference a year makes. They did not get off to a good start in those early days when she was trying to understand the plumbing problems in the homes in Springfield Heights. Marcella resented Olivia because she thought she was some fancy suburban housewife who wanted to displace her as the community leader. But, all that changed when Marcella arrived at the foundation to apologize for her behavior. They agreed they both wanted the same thing - to whatever they could to help improve the lives of people who do not have the means to help themselves.
"Marcella, it's so good to see you", Olivia says, standing with open arms. She has not seen the young woman since election night.
"It's good to see you as well, Mrs. Grant. It's been a while", returning the hug before sliding into the booth. "How are your beautiful daughters?"
"They're doing well. Jolie will be one in a few days. I can't believe it's almost a year."
"That's terrific. A lot has happened since last year."
"Hello, ladies - may I start you off with something to drink?" The young waitress asks. Olivia looks at Marcella to place her order first.
"I'll have an unsweetened iced tea", Marcella smiles politely to the waitress who is about her age.
"I'll have the same", Olivia says.
"Two iced teas coming up." The waitress turns on her heels and walks across the dining room.
"I'm so sorry I had to reschedule last week. My husband and I are looking for a house in the city and he found one we needed to look at right away."
"You and Mr. Grant are moving to the city? That's going to be a big change", thinking the woman surely has lost her mind. Most people she knows want to move out the city, to somewhere more quiet and safe.
"I'm really excited. I think it will be a good move for our family. So — how are things going at the community center?"
"We're doing what we always do, Mrs. Grant - serving the community — trying to help educate our children. It's getting more difficult to obtain funding from the city."
"I see", Olivia says, thinking about the Bryson program.
The waitress returns with their drinks and sets the glasses onto the tables. She pulls two straws from her apron pocket and sets them next to the glasses.
"Are you ladies ready to order?" Sliding the pad and pencil from her pocket.
"I know exactly what I want", Marcella says. "I get the same thing every time I come here."
"Me too", Olivia chuckles as she closes the menu.
The waitress scribbles their orders on the pad and walks across the dining room to the kitchen. Olivia and Marcella open their straws and place them into their glasses. Marcella takes a sip of iced tea, then plays with the napkin still folded on the table. For some reason, Mrs. Grant still makes her a little nervous.
"Marcella, I've been meaning to call you for some time – but things have been so hectic lately." Marcella nods because she still has no idea why Mrs. Grant wanted to meet with her.
"A few months ago - I took a position with Bryson Foods. I'm now in charge of establishing the company's philanthropy program. Fred Bryson is committed to giving back to the communities who support his businesses."
"That's terrific, Mrs. Grant. I had no idea - congratulations."
"Thank you, Marcella", Olivia says before sipping her tea. "Accepting the position with Bryson Foods meant I had to step down as president of my foundation - which was a very difficult decision."
"I'm sure it was. While I didn't start the community center – it would be difficult for me to walk away from something I'm so passionate about – something I put so much effort into."
"I certainly had mixed feelings - but I see it as a wonderful opportunity to expand the scope and reach of the work I enjoy doing. My foundation is focused on making clean water accessible to communities - working with Bryson allows me to help more people in so many ways."
"I see", Marcella says, nodding her head with understanding.
"Excuse me, ladies", the waitress says as she returns with their food. "The salmon salad for you", setting the plate in front of Marcella. "And – the fish tacos for you", setting the plate in front of Olivia. "Can I get you anything else?" Looking back and forth between the two women. Olivia and Marcell look at each other and smile.
"Thank you. I think this will be enough", Olivia says.
"Enjoy your lunch, ladies"
"The portions here are so huge", Marcella says. "I always take the leftovers home."
"Me too. My husband loves when I bring home fish tacos from here."
For the next 45 minutes Olivia and Marcella chat about various topics as they eat their lunch. Well, Marcella is eating her lunch and Olivia is picking at hers. Not enjoying the fish tacos as much as she usually does, she sets the fork onto the side of the plate and decides to get to the reason for the lunch.
"Marcella, I have to admit – I have an ulterior motive for inviting you to lunch." Marcella slowly slides the fork from her mouth and sets it onto the side of the plate. Not sure what to expect, she braces herself for the worse because nothing good ever happens to her.
"I would like for you to work for my foundation – work with Mona. Mona is now the foundation's executive director, which means she needs an assistant. I think your experience doing community work makes you the ideal candidate."
Marcella's eyes widen. She does not know what to think and does not know what has happened to her voice. Olivia smiles at the expression on Marcella's face and, after a few moments, Marcella finds her voice.
"Wow - I wasn't expecting you to offer me a job when you invited me to lunch. I really didn't know what to expect", she adds quickly.
"I know. I'm sorry I made this such a mystery - but I didn't want to discuss the matter on the phone. I spoke with Mona about it and she thinks it's a terrific idea. She would've joined us today but she had a personal matter to take care of. So - what do you think – would you like to work for my foundation?"
Still in shock, Marcella leans back against the booth and exhales deeply. "Mrs. Grant, can you give me some time to think about it?"
"Of course -. I know this is unexpected."
"I really do appreciate you considering me - that means a lot. I promise to get back to you in a few days."
"Take whatever time you need." Marcella nods and looks down at her plate. She is feeling nervous again.
"Is there something wrong, Marcella? You can take as much time as you need. I know how dedicated you are to the community center."
"No – I mean – it's not that. I don't want to overstep, Mrs. Grant", she says anxiously.
"What is it, Marcella? What's the matter?" Marcella looks at Mrs. Grant's kind face for a moment and sighs. She hopes she is doing the right thing.
"Mrs. Grant - you know I like both you and Mr. Grant – you're good people." Olivia smiles and waits for Marcella to continue. "I'm sure you know Mr. Grant's assistant, Victoria – I don't remember her last name."
"Sanchez - Victoria Sanchez", Olivia says, beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"I think she's trouble – thirsty - if you know what I mean", pausing so Mrs. Grant can absorb what she said. The corners of Olivia's mouth curl down, and she slowly nods her head up and down. "I know Mr. Grant is a good man – but I don't trust her", Marcella adds with conviction.
"I understand, Marcella. Thank you telling me."