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Take It Easy On Me

Chapter 2

Frowning, Cyrus looked directly into Olivia's confused eyes, "The First Lady wants a place at the adult table… she has been awful busy with sneaking out of The White House to private meetings. We don't keep as tight a tab on her, as we do on the President, so I honestly don't know for how long this has been going on. Moreover, some very private information of the President has been leaked to the press the past couple weeks, information only someone very close to the President would know. So far we've been able to stop it from being published."

"You think Mellie is the leak?"

Nodding, Cyrus reached for a file on the bench. Olivia took it from him, "the President has been informed, and we need you on this Olivia. I know you don't work for us anymore, but please consider to sign an advisor contract with us. He needs you." Cyrus looked away annoyed.

"No, he doesn't." Olivia replied. "I'm awake, I know my errors. I'm letting you go!" The memories stole the air from her lungs and the pain was just as sharp as Verna Thornton had warned her it would be.

"Draw up the papers, I'm in." without a look at him she got up and walked away. "I'm letting you go!" she could almost hear his voice.

Her phone vibrated, "Harrison, speak to me."

Olivia nodded to Harrison before she took a seat in the chair next to him, on the opposite side of the table Oliver starred at her angrily; he wasn't adjusting well to life in an orange jumpsuit.

"Hallo Oliver, it's been a while. Are you ready to talk to us?" Olivia returned the young man's cold stare. Oliver was a handsome young man with clear blue eyes, blond hair and a charming smile, when he smiled. He had always seemed a little cold to Olivia like many kids with privileges.

"My father hired you?" Oliver asked.

"Your father asked us to look into your case, whether or not we take your case depends on you." Olivia said. "So start talking, Harrison is one of the finest lawyer in the country."

Oliver's eyes warmed up and a winning smile spread to his face, "sorry for my manners, it's been a hard night." He smiled again, "it wasn't my drugs; Emilio was just holding them for a friend. I'm done with the drugs. I just want to graduate and start my intern time. Emilio is a sweet but bit naïve boy, he wasn't thinking straight when he accepted to hold the drugs. I was set up."

Olivia looked to Harrison's side, "his tests came back clean." He informed her.

"What is your relationship with Emilio?"

Licking his lips to stall time Oliver looked away, "we've an intimate relationship, Emilio told me he was 18, I didn't force him. Please, my father doesn't know."

In Tokyo Fitz answered his phone, "Cyrus, what is the status."

"The paperwork has started."

"Good" Fitz ended the conversation, laugh or cry, he thought. The ball was rolling; Olivia Pope was once again working for him.

The team gathered in the conference room, Abby smashed pictures up on the wall with a violent force, Quinn looked curiously at Harrison who played with a pen. Olivia took a sip of her coffee, it burned her throat and she welcomed the distraction from her thoughts.

Once again, she was playing with fire, working closely with Fitz was admitting herself to hell on earth. Briefly, her eyes landed on Huck, he was fidgeting with a small item he held in his hand in a way, that only allowed her to see a glimpse the shiny surface. His normally controlled body showed signs of nervousness and tension, and his dark eyes seemed pained.

"Are you ok, Huck?" Olivia asked quietly. Before Huck had a chance to answer his boss, Abby's sarcastically voice filled the air; "of course Huck is ok, aren't we all. Oh, that's right Olivia has joined a secret club and we don't get to vote anymore, but that's okay, we'll just live with the consequences." By the end of her speech, her eyes landed on Quinn who angrily returned her stare.

Olivia ignored Abby and continued to study Huck, "I'm fine boss, nothing I can't handle." He assured her. Olivia accepted his reply.

"Harrison what did you dig up?" Olivia was back to business.

"Oliver Lawson is being charged with possession of cocaine and amphetamine; he claims that the drugs are not his but belong to a friend of Emilio. Oliver's tests were clean. He is also charged for sexual relations to a minor, according to the police charges, the abuse has been going on for a year and a half. Oliver claims Emilio assured him he was 18. I got a judge to release Oliver for an expensive bail that his father paid happily. Oliver is now in the custody of his parents."

"Quinn, where is Emilio?"

Quinn looked swiftly down at her papers before she answered, "Emilio is in the same prison Oliver was placed in, charged for procession of drugs. He claims he's innocent, his texts were confusing, and the police await the results of a new set of tests. They have also contacted Social Services because of the suspicion of sexual abuse. At some point a doctor will examine him. Luckily, for our Oliver, Emilio has been lying about his age, he isn't 17 but 18. However, still not good if the relationship started a year and a half ago. The family can't pay a bail"

"Huck, have you found anything on Oliver and Emilio?"

"Yeah, both are well acquired with the gay society online and in clubs. Oliver's name in the societies is Domenic and Emilio's is Wonderboy, I've tracked his online profile to be four years old. He has been in other relations before Oliver. I'm trying to find information about when and how they met. Emilio comes from a poor family, his father is an illegal immigrant from Mexico. He's working in a Mexican owned factory fabricating clothing. His mother is cleaning for rich families, Emilio has seven sibling aged between 20 and 2. The oldest daughter takes care of the younger siblings. Emilio doesn't work or study."

"Abby?"

"Oh, Oliver and Emilio are quit the pair. Emilio often stays over, for days actually. Emilio often buy groceries and is often seen carrying loads of books. He seems shy and the neighbors wonder who he is. He has his own key."

"For how long have the neighbors met Emilio in the halls?" Olivia inquired.

"At least for a year."

Olivia looked at the picture of Emilio on the wall, he was a dark eyed darling, could easily have passed for a 16 year old kid. He was smiling at the picture but didn't radiate happiness; instead, he looked like he was a million miles away, lost in his own world.

"Okay people, we vote." Olivia already knew she would help Judge Lawson, he had helped her more than once and deserved better than to have his career ruined by his son.

"I think Oliver Lawson hides something. But I'm in" Harrison spoke first.

"I think another rich boy will escape prison when money changes hands, but that's life. I'm in." Abby surprised Olivia by saying yes.

"I'll start digging deeper." Huck volunteered.

"I don't like the case but I'm in" Quinn offered.

"Good choice." Olivia nodded in agreement, "Harrison get Emilio out of jail, Abby talk to the family, Quinn go with Harrison. I'll talk to Lawson and Oliver. Huck I need a word with you."

"Will you tell me if you need me reeling you in?" Olivia waited until Huck looked at her, "Yeah, don't worry. It's under control."

"Huck I need a favor. Will you check the First Lady for me?" Olivia's voice was tense and very quiet, hiding the pain she felt.

Dear as Huck was he never asked questions, he just nodded his head in agreement. During the campaign, Huck had been on Mellie's tail, revealing her infidelity and that someone was watching her. Mellie had been cheating on Fitz for years.

In Tokyo the President of the United States of America prepared to leave his hotel, the night was dark and no sounds dared interrupting his last minute packing and strain of thoughts. He had rushed his G8 responsibilities into a day's work instead of the planned three days. The meetings had been fruitless, the agendas too incompatible, nothing would be solved here, and there would be no united agreement or goal. It had been in the cards from the beginning, but the world's leaders wanted to show how much they cared for finding a shared solution. And show the world on how good terms the all were, therefore the meeting.

Fitz had just finished a private meeting with the British Prime Minister, and before that, he had had a private meeting with Chancellor Angela Merkel, both meetings dealing with the situation in East Sudan.

Now in the middle of the night he was ready to return home, he would leave in cover of the night, and luckily escaping the press pool. Yes, he was physically ready to take off and return to the big house, which now was his home, but emotionally he felt as drain as he had when he left America. He was exhausted but knew sleep was a luxury out of his reach.

How had it come to the point where Olivia hated him, had it started with Amanda, his betrayal? Liv had left him! Left him insecure and hurt, unable to sleep and think clearly. Not that it justified what he had done, and how he had lied about the incident to Liv. Too ashamed to admit his weakness and too disgusted with his actions he had lied to her. His only excuse was that he was so damn happy to see her, so damn afraid she would disappear again that he had lied, only to push her into wanting revenge.

Why had he let it come this far, why had he listened to Olivia and Mellie fixing him into a happy marriage? He had lost without a real fight and done what was expected of him. They had worked together against him! The thought was killing him.

Nevertheless, he still missed her!

Olivia sat at her disk the file untouched before her, did she want to know the intimate details Mellie knew about Fitz, details of a shared life, a married life? Alternatively, it would it be more work-oriented?

"I'm letting you go" closing her eyes the pang in her heart was as sharp and real as it had been the moment, when he granted her what she had begged him to do.

"No!" Her heart still said no, she wanted him to struggle without her, to be in as much pain as she was, and to be unable to sleep. It was her dark secret, one she would never reveal to anybody; the strong Olivia Pope wanted, needed the President to pine for her.

Sighing, she found her courage and opened the file. Mostly, the file held pictures of Mellie with Hollis Doyle and another man in his fifties. The pictures were a little unclear why she leaned closer into the biggest picture of the unknown man. It couldn't be!

Staring at the picture her brain started spinning. There was nothing on the leaks but Cyrus wasn't a fool, he didn't want printed leaks. Her phone vibrated next to her. "Yes!"

"The White House tonight at 10. The papers are ready."

"I'll be there."