Chapter 20
Fitz's fingers fumble on the keypad, trying to enter the door code as Olivia's lips and hands distract him. Her tongue dances with his, tasting of mint and desire. She presses her body against him, her skilled fingers teasing his growing erection through the fabric of his dress pants. He bites down on his lip, fighting back a moan as he feels precum, dripping from his tip. She had been insatiable since they left the office in a rush, eager to be alone with him. He tries again to punch in the code, but his mind is foggy with lust and frustration. "Fuck!" he groans into her mouth. She giggles and unzips his pants, her hand eagerly finding its way inside and stroking his throbbing dick. "Aren't CEOs supposed to know how to multitask?" she teases between kisses, making him even more desperate for release.
His strong hands spin her around, pressing her against the cool metal of his front door. She can feel the heat radiating off his body as she presses back into him. His erection is evident, and she can't help but let out a small moan at the feeling of it pressed against her ass. With a deep, low voice, he whispers in her ear, "I have no problem lifting that pretty dress and fucking you right here." Olivia's eyes dart around, noticing they are alone on his secluded compound. The thought of him fucking her out in the open, sends shivers through her body. Her desire for him intensifies, a burning furnace inside her begging for release. She grinds her hips back into him, whimpering at the delicious friction. Her clit throbs with need. Desperate to feel him inside her, she reaches for his belt buckle eagerly, but he slaps her hand away and sucks on her neck possessively, sending electric pulses straight down to her core. "Is that what you want? A rough and dirty fuck out in the open?" Her body shakes, melting against his chest. She can feel her juices pooling against her walls, saturating her thong. Blushing, she nods, hoping he'd stop talking and fuck her.
Gently lifting the hem of her dress, he slides her lacy thong to the side with calloused fingers. Two thick digits dip into her warm core, gliding in and out effortlessly. She whimpers as he brings her to the brink of orgasm, then stops his movements. Her desperate pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues to tease her, using his skilled fingers to fuck her until she's begging for release.
"I'll make you come when I want you to," Fitz growls against her ear, his hand still buried between her legs.
"Please," she begs, feeling every cell in her body pulsating with desire. Her nipples strain against the fabric of her bra, aching to be touched.
Finally removing his fingers, he sucks them dry before using his knee to gently part her legs wider. With a quick thrust, he fills her completely, causing her to rise up on her toes in ecstasy. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass only adds to the pleasure coursing through her veins as she bangs on the door in uncontrollable bliss.
Fitz fights for control, refusing to give in to his own release just yet. He pulls out and takes a deep breath before turning Olivia around and pressing her back against the door. "Inside, now," he commands, guiding her hands to the keypad. "6-5-4-8-4-2," he whispers in her ear. "I changed the passcode the other day. It's your name in numeric form."
With a beep, the door swings open and they stumble inside. "Get naked, Olivia," Fitz demands in a low, primal tone. His erection is thick and heavy between his legs as he walks towards her, exuding raw sex appeal that makes her insides quiver with arousal. His normally cerulean blue eyes have darkened to a smoky gray, signaling his own desire and need for her.
Olivia's cheeks flush as she steals a quick glance at his erection, throbbing and demanding attention. She twirls a loose curl around her finger, trying to hide the desire in her eyes. "Here?" she asks innocently. He nods, tossing his jacket on the couch and rolling up his sleeves with purpose. Olivia slowly slips off her form-fitting black dress, revealing matching lacy lingerie underneath. She leaves on her stiletto heels, the clicking sound echoing through the room as she confidently struts towards him. His cologne fills her senses, a scent she has grown to love. "I want to taste you," she whispers against his lips. With a gentle kiss, he turns her around and unhooks her bra, trailing kisses down her bare shoulders as it falls to the ground. His hands trace down the curve of her hips, pushing her red thong down her legs until she's completely bare. The sensation of being pressed against his hard length sends shivers through her body. He takes her hand and leads her over to the couch. "Sit and open your legs," he commands. "I want to see that pretty pussy glisten when you swallow me." Obeying without hesitation, Olivia parts her legs and feels his gaze on her glistening core.
"What a beautiful sight," he praises, leaning in for a soft kiss.
Her fingers move quickly to the buckle of his belt, the clinking sound echoing through the room as she undoes it. With precision and grace, she slides down his boxer briefs, revealing his hard and throbbing dick. Her mouth waters at the sight, anticipation building for the sensation of him inside her mouth. He circles the tip of his erection with his thumb, coating it with precum before smearing it across her lips. She eagerly licks up every drop, savoring the taste of him.
"Take me slow," he breathes against her forehead, and she obeys without question. With his size and girth, she knows rushing would only lead to discomfort for both of them. As she takes him in, Olivia's eyes remain locked on his, her warm gaze filled with a mix of love and desire. The thickness of his shaft fills her mouth as she swirls her tongue over the head, causing him to clench and shake in pleasure. A guttural moan escapes from deep within his chest as she takes more of him inside, her breathing becoming labored with each movement. As she continues to pleasure him, Fitz struggles to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch every moment of her expertly working her magic on him. Her hair tumbles around her flushed face as she bobs her head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. With one final thrust, he releases himself inside her, unable to hold back any longer. "Fuck," he groans as he drops his head back in ecstasy. She looks up at him with satisfaction before swallowing every last drop of him that she can handle.
As he pulls away from her mouth, Fitz drops to his knees and plunges his tongue between Olivia's folds, sucking on her clit with a fierce hunger. She moans and grabs onto his hair, pulling him closer as she feels the wave of pleasure building within her. With two fingers now inside her, he leans forward and bites down on her nipple, causing her body to jerk and tremble with pleasure. Her fingers grip tightly onto his curls, urging him on as she rides out her orgasm. But before she can come down from her high, Fitz has her legs up over his shoulders and is thrusting into her with a frenzied passion.
Olivia calls out his name and begs for more, but he slows down his pace, teasing and torturing her with every gentle movement. She looks down at their connection and feels a surge of intensity as another orgasm overtakes her. Fitz kisses her forehead and continues to pump into her with slow, deliberate thrusts until he finally releases deep inside of her. As she feels the warmth of his semen coating her, she experiences yet another explosion of ecstasy, causing uncontrollable shudders to run through her body. Completely spent and sated, Olivia can only surrender to the pleasure as Fitz takes her in his arms and showers her with love.
"I love you," he whispers as they both catch their breath.
"I love you too," Olivia responds with a content smile.
As they lie together, Fitz watches his seed drip down her leg and feels his desire reignite within seconds. Olivia stands up gracefully, picking up her dress from the couch before sauntering towards the bedroom. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor drives him wild, the sight of her jiggling ass only adding to his arousal. She turns back to give him a devilish grin before disappearing into the bedroom. Gripping onto his sac and stroking himself, Fitz knows that their shower is going to be a long and steamy one.
X
After a steamy shower filled with passionate touches and tantalizing licks, Olivia collapses on the couch, her body buzzing with satisfaction. Fitz emerges from the kitchen carrying two plates, his muscular frame clads in black silk pajama pants that hang low on his hips. The soft glow of the room highlights his chiseled abs, and Olivia can't help but admire the 'v' disappearing into his pants. She clenches her legs together to suppress the ache building in her core. Just being near him has this effect on her - she doesn't need his touch. She feels at home in his house, her own toothbrush sits next to his in the bathroom. In his closet, rows of carefully folded underwear and matching bras await her. And just the other day, she sent pictures of outfit options to his stylist. He lifts a forkful of lasagna to her lips, "If you like the lasagna, I'll have the chef add it to our rotation of meals," he says with a charming smile.
"It's good." She responds, swallowing the cheesy sauce. "Do you have any idea how we should confirm our relationship to the public?"
He takes a bite of his food and washes it down with a gulp of scotch. "My PR team will advise me on the best course of action." His tone is final, leaving no room for argument.
Olivia places her fork down with force, glaring at him. "It's not just about you, Fitz." She sighs heavily, shaking her head before continuing to eat.
"New York is merciless, Olivia." He takes another bite, his expression hardening. "You don't seem to understand. This isn't some small town where stories blow over in a news cycle."
She takes a few more bites, struggling to contain her annoyance before finally asking, "are you having second thoughts?"
He falls silent, carefully considering his words before responding recklessly.
Olivia reassures him, "I'm seeing my therapist twice a week now." She takes his hand in hers, hoping to ease his worries. "I'll be fine."
His eyes drop to the table before he looks back at her with a sense of vulnerability. "I'm not having second thoughts." He takes a deep breath, squeezing her hand tightly. "I'm afraid this will hurt our relationship."
"We made a pact in your office. Remember? We're in this together." Her tone is firm and unwavering.
"Yes." He answers reluctantly.
"No matter what happens, we stay strong as a couple."
He nods, wanting to end the conversation and move on.
"The new vodka flavors are being released soon. What if we host a party at one of your hotels and publicly confirm our relationship there?"
"No." He interjects firmly. "We don't need a big spectacle. An interview where I have control over the questions asked would be better. I can reach out to my loyal contact, James at People magazine" He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just want to get this over with and focus on running my company."
Frustrated, Olivia scrapes her plate into the trash. She slams the plate down with a loud clatter, causing Fitz to flinch. "Am I an inconvenience, Fitz?" she demands, her voice trembling with emotion. Dumping the rest of her food in the trash, she turns and storms off towards their bedroom.
Draining the last of his scotch, Fitz buries his head in his hands. It's been a long day and his patience has finally run out. He knows he needs to talk to Olivia, but he's afraid of saying something he'll regret. He walks slowly to his office and puts on a record from his father's old collection. Etta James' voice fills the room as he sinks into his chair. He wishes he had a cigar to smoke as he closes his eyes and lets memories of his father wash over him. As the song 'At Last' plays, he finds himself thinking of Olivia. "For you are mine at last," sings Etta, and Fitz takes it as a sign from his father that Olivia is meant to be with him.
A soft knock on the door interrupts his thoughts and he jumps up from his chair.
"Hi," he says softly as he opens the door.
"Hi. I was wondering if you were coming to bed," Olivia says, her eyes sparkling under the soft light in the room.
"You're not an inconvenience," Fitz assures her, taking her hand and leading her back towards the record player. He starts the song again and pulls her into a dance.
As they sway together, Fitz leans down to kiss Olivia's cheek before twirling her around gracefully. When they come back together, he holds her close against his chest. "My father would have loved you," he whispers.
Olivia snuggles into his warm, solid chest, her ear pressed against the steady thump of his heart. He plants a gentle kiss on her forehead before moving down to her lips, teasing them with soft kisses. "We can make our relationship official in any way you want," he whispers. Olivia looks up at him with adoring eyes and replies, "I just want everyone to know that you're mine." Olivia's cheeks flush and her eyes sparkle as she gazes up at him. Her warm hand rests on his stubbled cheek, and they lean in for a sweet kiss just as the song ends.
"You have full access to my social media page since you've been promoting my new vodka," he reminds her.
She grins. "Let's post the picture from Chase's wedding. You know, the one where you're looking at me like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world."
He smiles at her and pulls out his phone from his desk, handing it over. "It's in my photos. Here's the password." Surprised by his quickness in giving her access, she types it in and opens his Instagram account, selecting the picture of them together at the wedding. "Are you sure?" she asks with a hint of uncertainty.
"I'm sure," he reassures her.
He adds a quote at the bottom of the photo: "I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything." — F. Scott Fitzgerald
"My father ended his vows to my mother with this quote," he explains before posting it to his feed. He knows this post will create a PR frenzy, but he doesn't care. Right now, all that matters is the woman in front of him - the one he loves, cherishes, and adores. For once in his life, he's following his heart without any hesitation or doubt.
X
Fitz decides to have Huck drive them to the rear of his office building, anticipating the swarm of paparazzi at the front entrance. He steps out first, not bothering to wait for Huck to open his door. Taking Olivia's hand firmly in his own, he leads her into an elevator and presses the button for his floor. As soon as the doors slide open, he guides her quickly to his office. He pauses, when he turns the corner to his office. His PR team is waiting inside. He ignores them, focusing his attention only on Olivia. He gently brushes his lips across hers signifying his commitment to her. "Speak to no one about our relationship." He doesn't give her a chance to protest or ask questions. He ushers her out of the office as Huck falls in step with him. Fitz reaches in his pocket and hands her a gold key for the elevator. "Use this whenever you come to my office. It will bypass the other floors." Fitz looks at Huck, "take Olivia directly to her office." He turns back to Olivia, kissing her forehead, "stay in your office until I send for you this evening."
"Is all of this necessary, Fitz? I'm sure Huck has work to do."
"Now that you're connected to me, it's important you stay close and listen to what I tell you, Olivia. There will be people who'll want to harm you because of me. The news cycle is already running the story."
Olivia nods, swallowing hard. She follows Huck and looks over her shoulder, glancing at Fitz. His shoulders slump, his body is tight with frustration. Leaving him is hard. She sighs as they enter the elevator. Huck is cold toward her, talking into his watch in a weird code language. A thousand things run through her mind as the elevator descends to her floor. Knots form in her stomach as she replays Fitz's words over and over…There will be people who'll want to harm you because of me. She takes a deep breath, turning to Huck as the door opens, "who would want to hurt me because of Fitz?"
"People." Huck answers, sternly.
"Has Fitz done bad things?"
Huck glances at her and doesn't utter a word. Olivia opens the door to her office and doesn't look back at Huck. Her breathing hitches with each step to her desk, making her feel like a fish out of water. She tries to control her breathing by inhaling and exhaling slowly. Reaching her desk, she holds onto the edge and sits down resting her head in her hands.
X
In a fit of rage, Fitz slams his office door shut, glaring at the two individuals in his office. "I don't take meetings before ten," he growls, his voice dripping with venom. Marcus smirks, unfazed by Fitz's outburst. "A little warning would have been nice, Grant. We needed forty-eight hours to put together a plan for you and Olivia."
"I make the rules, Marcus. Or did you forget that I'm the one who signs your paychecks?" Fitz strides confidently to his desk, sinking into his plush black leather chair. His eyes land on Robyn, Marcus's assistant, and he greets her with a cold nod. "Hello, Robyn."
"Hi Mr. Grant," she replies in a sweet tone.
Marcus shoots Robyn a disdainful look, making it clear that her flirting does not go unnoticed. "He's being reckless. Don't you agree?"
"Love can make you do crazy things, Marcus. Have you ever been in love?" Robyn rolls her eyes and busies herself typing furiously on her laptop. "Cut him some slack."
Marcus scoffs. "This is a fucking PR nightmare. No...it's not even a nightmare, it's a disaster. My phone hasn't stopped ringing."
Fitz laughs heartily. "Oh, come on, Marcus. This is the type of shit that gets your dick hard and you know it. If I were some boring CEO who played by the book, you'd be bored out of your mind. You thrive on this kind of chaos." He turns to Robyn for confirmation. "Am I right?"
Robyn nods with a small smile.
"Did you at least get Olivia to sign the NDA?" Marcus asks as he types out a text message on his phone.
Fitz looks up from the papers in front of him with a sly grin. "No."
Robyn's stomach drops as she glances between Fitz and her computer, trying to hide her smirk. She knows how detailed the non-disclosure agreement is and the fact that he didn't have Olivia sign it from the beginning is a telling sign that she was more than a piece of ass.
"Why didn't she sign it?" Marcus rubs his chin thoughtfully, clearly concerned about the potential consequences of this oversight.
"I refuse to give her one."
"Fuck, Grant." Marcus growls in frustration.
"This was not a typical transaction like the other women I've slept with. Olivia doesn't care about my wealth or status. She had no idea who I was. With her, I can just be myself."
"Do you even know Olivia? Have you met her family? What's her background? Are there any ex-lovers lurking around looking for a payday? Is she after your money?" Marcus rants.
"Huck did a thorough background check." Fitz responds.
Marcus snorts. "The homeless-looking guy who works your security? I don't trust a man who wears plaid."
"Fuck you, Marcus. He's an excellent security agent."
Robyn chimes in, giving both men a disapproving look. "Boys, play nice. Moving on, I've made dinner reservations for you and Olivia. The press will be waiting outside to get your photos. James from People magazine has requested the first interview with you and Olivia whenever you're ready."
"Perfect." Fitz smirks.
"Make sure she signs the NDA." Marcus states, glaring at Fitz. "It's not up for discussion."
Fitz chuckles. "I've already broken several clauses in it. What's the point?"
The door creaks open, revealing a silhouette of a woman in a sharp black St. John suit. Her voice is soft but carries a weight of authority. "Hello Fitzgerald," she says, her words slicing through the air like a knife.
Fitz looks up and forces a smile at the woman standing in the doorway. It's his mother, Laura. She exudes elegance with every step, carrying a sleek black Chanel purse and sporting perfectly coiffed sandy brown hair.
"Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you were on a cruise with William."
"It was cancelled," Laura replies coldly, her piercing gaze fixed on her son. "You would know that, if you bothered to return my calls." She strolls into the room, placing her purse on his desk as if it belongs there. Marcus stands to greet her, kissing her cheeks one by one.
"Mrs. Grant, it's so good to see you again," Robyn chimes in nervously.
"Lovely to see you as well, Robyn," Laura responds with a tight smile. "I'm glad to see that you're no longer showing off half of your body to my son. Leave something to the imagination. You'll get a man faster that way."
Robyn quickly returns to her work, trying not to make eye contact with Laura.
Turning back to Fitz, Laura's tone turns serious. "I was at tea yesterday and Jean showed me a picture of you and some young woman from Chase's wedding. Then Martha sent me something this morning on my phone from her granddaughter." She slowly removes her black gloves and sets them beside her purse. "Who is Olivia?"
Fitz shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "Someone I'm dating."
"Why am I the last person to know that you're in a relationship?" Laura's eyes narrow, filled with disappointment and anger.
"Everything happened so fast," Fitz stammers, feeling like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Rebekah suddenly appears, gracefully handing Laura a delicate floral teacup filled with rosemary tea.
Laura takes a sip and nods to Rebekah before turning back to face Marcus. "I need to speak to my son alone," she says sharply. "Thank you."
With a clenched jaw, Marcus firmly shuts down Robyn's laptop and they leave. Laura gracefully walks over to the couch and pats the soft cushion next to her, beckoning for Fitz to join her. As he sits down, he feels like a little kid again under his mother's watchful gaze.
"Tell me about her," Laura says in a low, demanding tone.
Fitz fumbles with his phone, quickly pulling up pictures of Olivia to show his mother. His heart races as he reveals more and more about his relationship with her.
"She's beautiful, son, but I'm sure there is more to her than just her looks."
Taking a deep breath, his voice trembling with emotion, Fitz spills everything he knows about Olivia.
"I would like to meet Olivia sooner rather than later," Laura states firmly. "The ladies at the country club will be sad for their granddaughters." She pats his leg sympathetically. "I can finally hope for some grandbabies."
Fitz chuckles nervously.
"What were you and Marcus fighting about?" Laura asks, sipping her tea.
"He's upset I didn't follow his lead on confirming my relationship with Olivia," Fitz admits with a guilty expression.
"Listen to Marcus. He's kept this family in good standing, Fitzgerald," Laura advises sternly. "Please tell your sister about Olivia so she doesn't feel left out."
Feeling the weight of his mother's words, Fitz nods solemnly.
"I'm happy for you, son. I have to go now," Laura announces as she stands up and squeezes Fitz's hand affectionately. "I'm playing bridge with the ladies at the country club in an hour. I would love to have tea with Olivia this Sunday."
"Her family will be in town. I'm not sure if Sunday will work," Fitz replies hesitantly.
Laura pats his cheek with a warm smile. "Make it work."
With that, she gives him a quick hug before leaving his office. Fitz watches her go, feeling a mix of emotions - excitement for his future with Olivia, and anxiety about keeping up appearances with his family.
X
Mona leans over Olivia's cubicle, sipping her iced coffee. "Girl, you're blowing up on all the blogs and social media."
Josh scoots his chair over to Olivia's cubicle, whispering. "You've got magic between your thighs and snagged the most eligible bachelor in New York. A small-town girl from Georgia outshined all these New York bitches."
Olivia laughs and throws a pen at him. "Is that what they're saying?"
"Nah, I just made it up." Josh chuckles.
As Mona scrolls through her phone, Olivia sighs as she sees various websites talking about her relationship with Fitz. She slumps back in her chair and puts her head in her hands. "I think I made a mistake."
"It's no fun being someone's secret. You did the right thing," Josh reassures her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go get something sweet."
Olivia stands up, then sits back down with a huff.
"What's wrong?" asks Josh.
"I can't leave. Fitz wanted me to stay in the office."
"Oh, okay."
But then Olivia stands up again. "Actually, I'll just text Huck. I'm sure it'll be fine."
Olivia: Need some candy. Is it okay to go to the gift shop?
Huck: Stay with Josh and do not leave his side. I'm with Fitzgerald.
Olivia grabs her purse from her desk and turns to leave. Mona calls out from her cubicle, asking for a Snickers. As Olivia exits the elevator, she sees the reporters outside. Armed guards stand at the entrance of the lobby. She shivers and Josh takes her hand, rushing her to the gift shop where he quickly picks up some snacks. But as they're leaving, Josh realizes he forgot Mona's Snickers and asks Olivia to wait with Morris while he goes back to get it. The usually bustling lobby is now eerily quiet. Olivia greets Morris and apologizes for the chaos. He jokes that it makes his job more exciting than just scanning badges.
Suddenly, a man runs through the doors and towards Olivia, the flash from his camera disorients her. Josh runs towards her as she loses her balance. The armed guard presses the large rifle to the reporter's back, pushing him on the ground. Olivia screams as Turner snatches her up in his arms dashing to a dark room. Her heart thuds violently against her ribcage as she frantically replays the last few moments in her mind. She gasps for air, each breath coming in shorter, sharper bursts until dizziness sets in. Turner turns away from her, barking into his phone.
"Fitz." Olivia's voice trembles as she pleads for help. "I need Fitz."
With desperation etched on her face, Olivia presses herself against the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, I need Fitz."
Turner bellows into his phone, the urgency clear in his tone. "Get Grant."
X
Strong arms lift her body, and the familiar scent and embrace of Fitz immediately calm her. She hears Turner and Huck's voices in the distance; do they know each other? She can't recall passing out, but she fights with her brain to open her eyes. A ding sounds, followed by loud clicks on the ground as Fitz walks. She's placed on a soft cushion and feels a gentle kiss on her forehead. She realizes she's in his office.
Mellie paces back and forth, her mind racing with questions. "What happened?"
"A reporter rushed passed security and snuck inside the lobby." Fitz explains.
"Take Olivia home." Mellie demands, glancing at her watch. "I'll finish the board meeting."
"No! I need to be present at this meeting. They will not force my hand about my relationship with Olivia. I'll speak to the press when I'm ready."
"The sooner, the better, Fitzgerald. It's best to use this week to cover as much of the relationship as possible. Instead of dragging it out. Don't wait until the press moves on to another story."
"They've been on my back since our fathers were murdered."
"You have big shoes to follow. Gerry Grant left a huge legacy in this state." Mellie shakes her head, not wanting to reminisce about their fathers. "Olivia needs to get a grip on her anxiety. It's becoming a problem."
"Olivia is my concern, not yours." Fitz looks at Olivia on the couch and shakes his head.
Mellie huffs. "You're the face of Grant Industries. I'm part owner, remember. She is my concern. I think she needs to visit Dr. Cross."
Olivia's eyelids slowly flicker open. Fitz quickly rushes to her side, helping her sit up. She winces as she holds her head, trying to alleviate the throbbing pain in her temples. As she blinks rapidly, she looks up at Fitz with tears streaming down her face. She feels like a disappointment to him.
"I'm sorry," she manages to say, accepting the glass of water he offers and taking a small sip. "I shouldn't have left the office."
"The reporter was out of line and we'll make sure he pays for it," Fitz reassures her.
"This is all my fault," Olivia says, standing unsteadily and walking over to the large window. Fitz follows her.
"You warned me about the risks of going public with our relationship, but I didn't listen," she continues, looking into his eyes. "I just wanted everyone to know about us."
Fitz opens his mouth to respond, but their conversation is interrupted by Rebekah. "Mr. Grant, the board wants to see you."
Mellie offers to go in his place, but Fitz waves her off. "No," he says firmly, turning back to Olivia. "Stay here until I get back." He hurries out of the room.
Olivia nods silently as Mellie walks over and dumps a small white pill into her hand. "This will help," Mellie says softly.
Olivia looks down at the pill in her palm before looking back up at Mellie.
"Fitzgerald Grant is a powerful man, Olivia. He needs to maintain a certain image, and so do you," Mellie explains with a smile. "I can get more if you need it." With that, she leaves the room to return to the meeting.
Olivia stares at the tiny pill in her hand, considering whether or not to take it. Her phone buzzes in her purse, breaking her thoughts. She closes her hand tightly around the pill as she walks over to retrieve her phone from the table.
"Hello?" she answers.
"Hi Livvie, we're here," Maya's voice says on the other end of the line.
