Olivia didn't know if her play would work, she'd already confronted Jude and Raquel, and both were terrified of her. Good. Jelena, on the other hand, would be harder to get in line.
She had no doubt that Oscar had something to do with Mia's death. She admitted to herself that she was a little afraid. But, there was no way in hell she was going to go away silently. She'd built his goddamn dance team, and she wasn't going to let the likes of Oscar Kinkade or Jelena Howard take it away. However, she wasn't stupid. Oscar was dangerous. She had the financial records of all his dirty deeds, not least of which was spread fixing, in her storage locker. Depending on how things went down at the groundbreaking, she had plans to get them and make sure that if anything happened to her or her plans didn't work, it was all going to go public.
There she was. Fucking Jelena. Bitch. The team captain had been avoiding her. Well, not anymore sweetheart. Olivia swiftly, well, as swiftly as she could in her chunky heeled platform sandals, made her way across the Devils Arena parking lot, just as Jelena exited her red convertible.
"Okay, I'm here. What do you want?" Jelena's green eyes narrowed as she looked at Olivia and pulled out a familiar red envelope. "No More Secrets." She then stuffed it back into her purse. "A little dramatic, no?"
"You made a big mistake" Olivia responded, as she held tightly to her gold shoulder bag.
"Not as big of a mistake as whoever told you that you looked good in burnt orange," she replied dryly as her eyes swept over Olivia's dress.
"Funny. Keep up the jokes. You're gonna be sorry that you took 10% of my Devil Girls and then pushed me out."
"Why are you hassling me? Oscar wanted you gone. I was the messenger. Although, I can't say anything but good riddance… again!"
Olivia just looked at her. The choreographer had been correct when she'd said they were too much alike. She should have seen it coming. Maybe because she reminded her so much of Eve, in the early days. Except for her friendship with Raquel, and even then… Jelena saw every woman in her path as competition. Her. Mia. Ahsha. She'd underestimated Jelena. But, she was about to rectify her mistake.
"Oxymetholone…" She could see Jelena's face falter. "…and it's sinking in…" she said throwing the other woman's words back at her. "So you could keep Terrence in L.A…"
"How, how—?"
"-did I find out? Please, you two might want to play out your personal drama at home, not in Devils Arena, anyone could be outside the locker room…"
"What do you want?" she repeated, quickly recovering.
Butter wouldn't melt in this girl's mouth. "I plan to come to the groundbreaking and make it difficult for Oscar. I need for you to back me up there, otherwise I'll cause trouble for you… and Terrence. I also want you to convince him to attend and show support."
"That bleach must be leaking into your brains if you think I'm going to go up against Oscar, to help you…I'm not trying to get on that man's hit list."
"You owe me. Not only did you fuck me over with Oscar, if it weren't for me guaranteeing you lead dancer, choreographer, and coach, you'd be a high school cheer instructor in an Atlanta suburb!"
"I owe you shit!" Jelena said suddenly leaning forward and poking a perfectly manicured finger in her direction, as the wind picked up suddenly and her hair swirled around her face. "You dried-up old hag! I'm the face of the Devil Girls, everyone loves me!"
It was true. The fans, corporate and media did love Jelena Howard...that's why she, Olivia, had to make sure there was no out for this girl. It was all coming together, though; she just needed a little time. Jelena cared about appearances, more than anything else. However, the groundbreaking was tomorrow, so she had to hustle.
She had a little surprise for Jelena in the form of her mother, Vanessa… Just in case. She'd had Pearce do some more digging and had found out about Jelena's parents; the many domestic violence calls to their house when she was a little girl. She'd been tempted to threaten the other woman with the embarrassment… but had thought better. Olivia had never heard her even mention her parents in the past four years and besides, it would probably only make the public love Jelena more. Overcoming an abusive background to become an international dance sensation… ugh.
"Imagine if everyone; the League, the press and the fans all found out that Terrence tested positive for a banned substance and it was Jelena Howard, the Golden Girl, who gave it to him…I'm giving you until tomorrow to give me your answer. Otherwise…"
Jelena's face went cold, and her lips tightened. "You are so, going to regret this."
Maybe. Olivia felt a chill run through her.
Jelena then shot her one last look before she tread heavily off back to her car.
Things were lining up like Dominos, but Olivia was not sure how they would fall.
