is A

bune, regarding Hank Archer” It was the first time Liv had

e, but it wasn’t to her. It could never. But rat

what acquaintances before. Liv felt tense to her feet as they locked eyes. “Amelia, this is my assistan

y while i attend to the board. And when i’m done” He folded his hands, leaning in to place a kiss against

er lower lip, and it took all within Liz to r

she was by Damien, who’d brushed p

elia had gum in her mouth which she chewed on, her sinf

st a basic reporter, Liv could tell. She was classy, in love or whatever it was she fe

Olivia wan

ce as sweet as a hummingbird’s. “You speak?” Liv sarcastically remarked. “Of

od no” She added. “Cursed be the woman Damien has

“Because he’s like the most arrogant person on this earth?”

his other side” “I schooled with Damien back in Houston and there’s one thing i can tell you,

ething” She replied. “That’s not what i meant” Amelia said. “I’m saying you’re exactly the type of girl he would go for. Naive, nerd glasses” She unconsciously reached for her fram

serious. “You’re just saying that because you love him, still. I saw

You just have to live in it. In the moment” She clenched her thighs

to be happen between us. I’d be a fool to fall again” She

” She

nds frizzled beneath the cappuccino machine. The store was

ng in the steam through his nose. Little things like t

into someone, spilling the dark liquid in the air before he backed away. “

bbing a napkin from the very table. “I’m legit so sorry” He drew close to him, plac

ituation. “It’s okay” A stoic whisper fell into his ears and he tossed th

Green eyes that could have been contacts, yet seeming so na

t for

e walked away. “I should—“ He pointed to the door. “Y

a deep sigh.r “Fuck” He cussed because why did he have to be so awkwar

infuriated, maybe he might have been just a little. But Alli was someone he hadn

arched the cubicles for O

oom. “Does that mean you’ve fallen for Mr CEO befor

im such a bad person?” Amelia asked. “Because you realize this job comes with alot of responsibilities, responsibilities you only achieve when you’re that kind of person, his

don’t think so” She added. “But maybe that’s just my opinion”

itch who can’t even mourn his own father the right way. I mean, i knew Hank” Her voice broke. “And he was such a kind so

ightforward. Empathetic” Liv replied, facing her

from the first moment you walked in” And even she had an arch in her brows. “I see so much of myself in yo

emembered his first words as well— "You were my father's secretary" H

ine now"

led her

? “What would you describe him as?” In that moment, Liv recalled years ago, hadn’t really mo

as the tears dropped from her eyes. It almost did in th

open and Olivia sat up, wiping across her eyes. She turned back

ck and forth as she scribbled something on a paper. Liv

d once she was out of the boardroom. And Alli turned to her as they

halted. “What?” She doubted she heard him right. “He— She, i mean she uhm bumped in me in the coffee

h a shot” Olivia’s eyes stared in the distance a

ted her eyes back to him. “I’m so sorry, i’m supposed to be watching Amelia but when i get back, we will talk about your

ed, turning around. Liv on the other hand, had her fingers wrapped around the

le across his face, and Ame

im. And this time, it wasn’t a kiss on the cheeks. He h

s he wedged her against the table,

, Liv immediately closed the door, and he

beneath her ears as she walked past the stacks of unpa

the shelves, she rinsed it beneath the taps. “I’ll come home soon, ma. Right now, i’m between working as a personal assistant and also the funeral fo

Soon” She grabbed her plate as s

l call you tomorrow, ma” Her voice went low, and so did her heart as she remembered what

n struck a chord within her. That and thought of her fa

hours later by her alarm. She jolted forward, eyes set t

er clock. 6:30A

e up. Brush. Wash her face. Deodorant. Hair. Gloss. Skirt—Shir

t stood at each individual stand. Not that she knew them, but ju

And her phone buzzed for the millionth time in her pockets. She ha

et to my o

at would have such a tone over

e headlines—the front page of the Chicago Tribune and her lips fell o

RCHER: HEIR TO TH

hat came from behind her. “By Amelia Javonson” Her voice was shrill as her phon

line was her name in quote, next to the words describing her boss. “Terrible”

he text, it was obvious Damien would have as well. She heaved

ht as well pen in her resignation letter, she

e was no sur

cont