All Chapters of My Sweet Olivia: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Olivia. February 28th.Besides exercising, reading is another one of my obsessions.One of my favorite poets once wrote:"There is no peace in uncertain quietness."I have always interpreted those words the same way.Just because everything appears calm doesn't necessarily mean there is peace.Sometimes...Silence is simply the calm before the storm.As long as your enemies still exist, the battle isn't over.They're just waiting for the right moment to strike...... And when they finally strike, they don't come to wound you. They come to ruin you once and for all.Last Fourth of July, during our annual family cookout, my cousin Heather spent the entire afternoon chasing her two-year-old daughter around Grandpa Henry's house.At first, little Ellie looked like the sweetest, most well-behaved child on earth.Then...Her parents taught us a valuable lesson.Never trust a quiet toddler.The little rascal could barely run, yet somehow she managed to turn the entire house upside down.She

Olivia.Mr. Lewis wasn't happy that I had requested the rest of the week off.I couldn't say I blamed him entirely—Lidia's campaign was less than three weeks away—but I couldn't deny that he had also pissed me off. After everything that had happened, I still couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow involved.After all, the stop-payment request sent to the modeling agency had come directly from him.I had the emails.And yet...I still hadn't found the courage to confront him about it.Not in person.And certainly not over the phone."Olivia, you know how important this campaign is for your career and for the company," he'd said during our last conversation. "You decide what you want to do with it."His words had lingered with me ever since.Levi insisted it had all been an honest mistake.I didn't believe him.Not for a second.Something about the entire situation felt too deliberate.Too calculated.Someone had wanted that contract to fall apart.And until I proved otherwise...

Ethan.Hiring James was one of the best business decisions I'd ever made.The man was an incredibly knowledgeable engineer, meticulous to the point of annoyance sometimes, but that was exactly what I needed. More importantly, he had become a damn good friend.Growing up, there had always been a certain distance between us. James was Noah's best friend, and loyalty meant that he usually sided with my brother. Whatever version of me Noah painted, James believed.But we weren't kids anymore.James had become his own man, capable of forming his own opinions without my brother whispering in his ear. And somewhere along the way, he'd realized I wasn't the person Noah had made me out to be."The structure of this building is amazing," James said as he studied one of the exposed sections of the wall. "Most of what we're looking at is original, and it's in remarkably good condition.""That's what I wanted to hear.""But..."I groaned."There's always a fucking but with you."He laughed."That'

Olivia.Three weeks had passed, but I was still riding the joy pony after Lidia's campaign."Girl, you got another box," Levi announced as he walked into my office carrying yet another oversized package. "This one is from the Nationals."I laughed.Mr. Martinez, one of the general managers for the Washington Nationals, had watched my interview and, true to his word, he hadn't just sent me one baseball cap.He sent twenty.Twenty hats.A Nationals hoodie.A personalized jersey.And a handwritten note thanking me for supporting the organization during my interview."Damn," Levi whistled. "You practically adopted their entire gift shop."Before I could respond, another delivery arrived."And this one..."He read the shipping label."...is from Lowe's."I dropped my forehead against my desk."Dude..."I sighed dramatically."What am I supposed to do with all of this?"Levi looked around my office.Boxes covered one entire wall.Branded jackets.Coffee tumblers.Backpacks.Gift baskets.Sp

Olivia.Peter hates me right now.Not because I gave him a legitimate reason to hate me, but because, apparently, I am personally responsible for the bags underneath his eyes.To be fair, with the black rims around my eyes, I looked more like a raccoon than the woman who was about to receive two company awards. Thank goodness for concealer.Big, dark circles framed my eyes when I looked in the mirror this morning, and they were not cute at all.I don't know who else has ever considered keeping one of those little mammals as a pet, but I have. Once or twice.They're adorable.Me?Not so much.I'd already decided that whoever invented concealer deserved a Nobel Prize because I was going to need a massive amount of it tonight to hide the unwanted mask underneath my eyes.Peter and I had barely slept all week.We had clients who apparently believed marketing professionals didn't require food, sleep, or basic human necessities.And tonight...Tonight was supposed to make all of it worth it