OliviaAll night I tossed and turned. A huge part of me wanted to go back downstairs and risk it all. But I had to think like a mom, and putting my job at risk was not a luxury I had. No matter how pissed off I was at Jake, he was still my boss and I still needed this job to survive. I didn’t sleep much.I kept replaying everything, Jake’s words, that woman’s smug expression in the bathroom, the way his jaw clenched when I smiled at someone else. It was all sitting just beneath my skin, like a rash I couldn’t stop scratching.I showered before the sun was up, hoping the water might wash some of it off me. It didn’t. The heat only made my chest tighter. By the time I got dressed, my hands were still shaking.I heard Jake's voice downstairs, he was up early than usual and I did not want any run inside with him, and I was going to avoid him for as long as I could. I stayed in my room until it was quiet, maybe he was gone now. I slowly went down the stairs, looking around to see if he w
Olivia. The plane felt smaller than it should have.Private jet or not, the walls pressed in like guilt, and the air between us was thick with everything we weren’t saying.Jake sat across the aisle from me, eyes on his laptop screen, though I was certain he hadn’t typed a single word in twenty minutes. The soft clack of the keys was just for show. A performance, like everything else today.The coffee he handed me at the airport still sat in my cup holder, mostly untouched. It was cold now, like every other part of me. He hadn’t tried to make conversation, and I hadn’t invited it.What was there to say?Sorry I humiliated you in front of strangers?Sorry I let another woman claim me like property in a bathroom while you stood alone trying to catch your breath?No thank you.I turned toward the window, watching the clouds peel away beneath us. I counted them. Not because they mattered, but because it kept me from looking at him.Every now and then I’d catch movement from the corner of
Olivia. The second my phone regained signal, it started vibrating violently in my hand.I frowned at the screen, trying to process what I was looking at.13 missed calls. All from Jade.My stomach immediately dropped. I could instantly tell something was wrong. Jade never called me, she always texted me unless it's an emergency and for her to call me Thirteen times, that meant something was definitely wrong and my gut feeling was telling me it was my son. That's the only reason Jade would blow up my phone. Then came the messages, short, urgent, terrifying.“Liv, call me back now.”“Kyle’s not feeling well. We’re at the hospital.”“They admitted him. Please hurry.”I didn’t finish reading. My body went cold, fingers trembling so badly I almost dropped the phone. Blood roared in my ears.I stood up too fast, bumping my head on the overhead compartment. “Shit.”The first thought that came to my mind was that I should not have gone to Vegas, I should have stayed at home with him. I knew
Jake. I didn’t expect the kid to affect me like that.I thought I’d be waiting in the car, maybe grabbing a coffee from the vending machine, killing time until Olivia came back down with updates. But when I saw her through the glass bent over his bed, whispering something into her son’s hair something in me fractured open.This was my first time since I met her seeing that side of her, being vulnerable and just being a mom. Kyle, four years old, maybe five. Worn hospital gown, flushed cheeks, skinny arms, wires looped around him like someone’s desperate attempt to hold him together.He looked just like... No. I shoved that thought back where it came from.But it was there now. Lodged deep in my chest like a splinter.I stood outside the room longer than I meant to, just watching. Not intruding. Not really. But I couldn’t seem to move.When Olivia finally came out to meet me, her face was tired more tired than I’d ever seen it but softer, too. Her eyes red and puffed from crying eve
The First Day at work. Olivia. I stood in front of the gleaming glass doors of Kensington towers, a skyscraper that dominated the upper East Side of the New York skyline. I looked up at the big building that I could bet had over Sixty floors with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Today was the first day of my new job as the secretary to Jake Anderson, one of the most influential billionaires in the world. Ofcourse everyone had heard of Jake or seen him in blogs and articles. He was well known for a number of things apart from his billionaire status.i had spent the past week and the whole of last night preparing for those day. I was certain I had read all the articles written about him in every site including gossip columns. He was a tech mogul with a reputation for both being ruthless and a visionary. According to Forbes, whatever Jake touched turned into gold literally. He was also known for his strict work ethic, demanding perfection from everyone that worked for him.
Dreaded conversation. Olivia. It was past eight at night, I had finally finished getting everything back in the office in order as per Jake's instructions. I had expected working for a billionaire to be hard, but I had not mentally prepared for how exhausting it would be. My whole body was weak, I didn't even have the time to take a lunch break, I was starving. I slowly made my way home, with the thought of seeing my son giving me strength. The familiar sight of my small cozy house just right down the street brought a sense of relief but also a little bit of anxiety as I remembered the conversation I had managed to avoid this morning. I had been so busy that I didn't have the time to process how I was going to answer Kyle's questions. I had known at some point he was going to ask this question, but I always thought I still had some time left. I opened my front door and was greeted by the warm, inviting scent of dinner cooking. My best friend Jada, who lived with us, was in the
The Unexpected CallOlivia. It had been a few weeks of smooth running at my new work of place. I had not seen my boss in a few days he was always in meetings out of the office which made my work easier. Today was a big day for both my boss and the company. He was supposed to close a really big client he had been working on for the last two weeks.I wanted everything to work perfectly. The office buzzed around me, phones ringing, colleagues murmuring in hushed tones and the occasional hums and laughter all around me. It was an hands-on kind of Tuesday for everyone, we all knew how important this client was for Jake. I had finally finished compiling the agreement and was about to go to Jake's office and hand him the files when my office phone rang. Over the past one hour I had gotten some few calls from an unknown number that I had just ignored. If Jake spotted me on the phone while handling the agreement documents he would have been furious. I glanced at the screen and the regist
Flashback to when Olivia's mom died. Olivia. I slowly stroked Kyle's hair until he felt asleep. I Walked slowly back to the waiting room and sat there texting Jade. As I sat there, the antiseptic smell of the place clinging to my place was starting to get to me. I was starting to feel a little dizzy. I hated hospitals. The cold metal chairs, the sterile environment, the way it seemed to stretch and warp, becoming an interminable void.. As I tried to look at the floor counting the tiles trying to lose myself in it, a sudden flash of memory gripped me, pulling me back to the last time I had been in a hospital room, under very different circumstances. It was almost fifteen years ago now. But the memories came back so vividly. I could almost feel myself back in that moment. I was sitting in another waiting room, another hospital but in the same uncomfortable chair, but back then the walls seemed to close in on me even more. My mother had been the one admitted in the intensive care
Jake. I didn’t expect the kid to affect me like that.I thought I’d be waiting in the car, maybe grabbing a coffee from the vending machine, killing time until Olivia came back down with updates. But when I saw her through the glass bent over his bed, whispering something into her son’s hair something in me fractured open.This was my first time since I met her seeing that side of her, being vulnerable and just being a mom. Kyle, four years old, maybe five. Worn hospital gown, flushed cheeks, skinny arms, wires looped around him like someone’s desperate attempt to hold him together.He looked just like... No. I shoved that thought back where it came from.But it was there now. Lodged deep in my chest like a splinter.I stood outside the room longer than I meant to, just watching. Not intruding. Not really. But I couldn’t seem to move.When Olivia finally came out to meet me, her face was tired more tired than I’d ever seen it but softer, too. Her eyes red and puffed from crying eve
Olivia. The second my phone regained signal, it started vibrating violently in my hand.I frowned at the screen, trying to process what I was looking at.13 missed calls. All from Jade.My stomach immediately dropped. I could instantly tell something was wrong. Jade never called me, she always texted me unless it's an emergency and for her to call me Thirteen times, that meant something was definitely wrong and my gut feeling was telling me it was my son. That's the only reason Jade would blow up my phone. Then came the messages, short, urgent, terrifying.“Liv, call me back now.”“Kyle’s not feeling well. We’re at the hospital.”“They admitted him. Please hurry.”I didn’t finish reading. My body went cold, fingers trembling so badly I almost dropped the phone. Blood roared in my ears.I stood up too fast, bumping my head on the overhead compartment. “Shit.”The first thought that came to my mind was that I should not have gone to Vegas, I should have stayed at home with him. I knew
Olivia. The plane felt smaller than it should have.Private jet or not, the walls pressed in like guilt, and the air between us was thick with everything we weren’t saying.Jake sat across the aisle from me, eyes on his laptop screen, though I was certain he hadn’t typed a single word in twenty minutes. The soft clack of the keys was just for show. A performance, like everything else today.The coffee he handed me at the airport still sat in my cup holder, mostly untouched. It was cold now, like every other part of me. He hadn’t tried to make conversation, and I hadn’t invited it.What was there to say?Sorry I humiliated you in front of strangers?Sorry I let another woman claim me like property in a bathroom while you stood alone trying to catch your breath?No thank you.I turned toward the window, watching the clouds peel away beneath us. I counted them. Not because they mattered, but because it kept me from looking at him.Every now and then I’d catch movement from the corner of
OliviaAll night I tossed and turned. A huge part of me wanted to go back downstairs and risk it all. But I had to think like a mom, and putting my job at risk was not a luxury I had. No matter how pissed off I was at Jake, he was still my boss and I still needed this job to survive. I didn’t sleep much.I kept replaying everything, Jake’s words, that woman’s smug expression in the bathroom, the way his jaw clenched when I smiled at someone else. It was all sitting just beneath my skin, like a rash I couldn’t stop scratching.I showered before the sun was up, hoping the water might wash some of it off me. It didn’t. The heat only made my chest tighter. By the time I got dressed, my hands were still shaking.I heard Jake's voice downstairs, he was up early than usual and I did not want any run inside with him, and I was going to avoid him for as long as I could. I stayed in my room until it was quiet, maybe he was gone now. I slowly went down the stairs, looking around to see if he w
JakeI barely slept.The hours bled together, broken by moments where I thought I heard her door open, where I convinced myself to get up and walk down the hall but didn’t.When the sun finally rose, it didn’t feel like a new day. Just the same mess in different light.I stood in front of the mirror in the guest bathroom, scrubbing a hand across my jaw. I looked like hell. Shirt wrinkled, eyes bloodshot, the faint smell of whiskey still clinging to me from the drink I never finished.Downstairs, I could hear someone moving around probably Marissa. She was always the first up, like she thought beating everyone else to the coffee gave her moral superiority. Normally I’d tease her for it. This morning, I couldn’t even muster a nod when I passed her in the kitchen.“Rough night?” she asked, not bothering to hide the edge in her voice.I didn’t answer.She didn’t push. Just handed me a mug and went back to her laptop.I took the coffee and stepped out onto the back patio. The air was cool,
JakeShe walked out of the bar like she was on fire and didn’t care who burned.And maybe I deserved that.I followed her out, every step fueled by a cocktail of frustration and something far more dangerous something I couldn’t name because if I did, it would be real.The moment I caught up, she was already at the car, her posture tight and bristling. She didn’t wait for me. Just got in and slammed the door so hard I felt it in my chest.I climbed in after her, shutting my door with a bit more restraint. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel while I waited stupidly for her to say something first. But she stared out the windshield like I wasn’t even there.I shouldn’t have said it. What I said to that guy. Hell, I shouldn’t have even walked over. But the second I saw him leaning in, that smug grin on his face while she smiled back that smile I saw red.I’d seen her use that smile in boardrooms. With clients. With me. I’d also seen what it looked like when it was real. And back
Olivia I was so furious and did not want to see Jake again. I literally ran out, like in the movies only it took a while for a cab to pull up. Then I remembered the car we came with was in the parking. Jake could take the cab for all I cared. The cool night air wrapped around me like a slap, sharp and sobering. I walked fast, ignoring the throb in my feet from the heels I’d insisted on wearing just to look the part, they were killing my feet It wasn’t far to the parking garage, but every step made the storm inside me swell a little more.I heard his footsteps before I saw him.“Olivia,” Jake called after me. “Wait.”I didn’t. I reached the car first, the black SUV we’d taken from the hotel, yanked the passenger door open and climbed in, slamming it harder than I meant to. I crossed my arms, staring straight ahead, jaw tight. Jake slid into the driver’s seat beside me, shut his door more calmly, and sat in silence for a second.Then he exhaled like I was the one who’d started all thi
Olivia. I was so happy this night was almost over, all I wanted to do was go back to the hotel and get into my bed. I was exhausted from making small conversation all night. This was exhausting, how do people go on multiple dates every other day. I couldn’t do it. I would rather be home instead curled up watching my favorite show. The music pulsed through the lounge, vibrating the floor beneath my heels as I leaned a little closer to the man in front of me Lamont, or maybe Larry, something with a L. He had a nice smile, easy eyes, the kind of harmless charm that made conversation flow without effort. I wasn’t looking for anything. Just a drink, a laugh, the illusion of control after a week of long hours and passive aggressive meetings. All I knew was that he was a big investor and Jake needed to get him, but I also liked the attention he was giving me and how much it was bothering Jake. But he was a nice breath of fresh air, and I loved that all night he had managed to get me off m
Jake. This was going to be a really long night for me, I couldn't even get my eyes off her, everything about her was just getting to me. How she was moving, just everything. We were seated at the private rooftop table less than five minutes when I realized I wasn’t going to retain a damn thing anyone said tonight.Not with Olivia sitting next to me like that. She was doing her job, sitting next to me taking notes but this was more distracting, I could smell her scent all over me. Everything about her was divine. I don’t even remember what she ordered. My brain had short circuited the second we sat down and she uncrossed those impossibly long legs, leaned forward with a smile, and lit up the room.And I mean lit it up.The investor we were meeting, Greg Lamont, looked like someone had dropped a glass of hundred year old Scotch in his lap. Wide eyed. Flushed. Completely smitten.And Olivia? She was working it. Laughing, tossing her hair, making small talk about real estate and whiske