Olivia Sparks

It was eerily silent in the panic room where Olivia stayed after Maxen left to interrogate Lance Go.

She scanned the room and chuckled when the thought of the room being named "Panic Room" could, indeed, cause one to get panic attacks, what with the absence of a window. To say the room was suffocating could be an understatement.

Suddenly, she felt tiny insects crawl her under her skin as she turned claustrophobic the longer she stayed inside. Stroking both of her arms, she looked around the room one more time and scrunched her nose in dissatisfaction. 

With all the time in the world to waste, she scrutinized the space, and she realized it didn't help that the walls were gray. The lack of colours gave the feeling of blandness and coldness sleeping from the walls—as if it could freeze the life out of a person standing close to it.

She then made a mental note to get Ava redecorate the entire penthouse floor before they put it in the market. She had a feeling that although the panic room was a great addition to the space, it needed a little color to liven things up inside the room.

After getting bored looking around, she then watched through the monitor as Shadow and MIB1 dragged Yana back inside after what Olivia could guess as them finding the little lass sprawled and half-conscious on the floor. It was as if by divine intervention that the medical team which Olivia requested earlier arrived in time to give Yana the attention she needed. 

Her eyes darted from one monitor to another, watching everyone move in sync as they lifted the little lass and placed her onto the stretcher before they wheeled her out of the apartment. They would probably take her to a nearby hospital for further treatment. She dialed Dr. Aila Zhang's number and informed her of the specifics, leaving her assistant under the doctor's care.

A chirping sound soon echoed in the room. It startled Olivia that she jerked in her seat. She dipped her hand in her purse to grab for a weapon, just in case someone dared infiltrate the panic room.

Olivia was in a dilemma. Should she steal a glance on the monitor to check who was standing on the other side of the door or should she just train her eyes on the door and wait until that person invades her space?

It was obvious that the trauma from her encounter earlier was still in her system, and she had no choice but to steel herself. She thought this was not the perfect time to be weak. Thankfully, relief flooded her face upon seeing Secretary Gail bringing in a tray of food and the stuff she requested from Maxen earlier.

She quickly let go of her purse, dropping it on a thud on the metal desk.

"Good afternoon, President. Glad to see that you're sa-safe," Secretary Gail's voice cracked as she uttered her greeting. 

"Good afternoon to you too," Olivia let out a breath as she replied. She watched as Secretary Gail slightly bowed her head and straightened her back, walking towards an empty desk to arrange the stuff she brought in for her boss.

Across from Secretary Gail, Olivia swore she saw her secretary's eyes turned glassy for a split second but kept it to herself. She didn't want to probe the lady as her logic told her that her secretary was just exhausted from shouldering most of the work that needed to be done in her company.

"Please set an appointment between me and Ms. Chanel," Olivia said as she picked up a folder and flipped one page after another. "And a meeting with Henry too. Tell his secretary it's important. If he wouldn't free his schedule, then let them know that I will assert my right as a Lin and march down his office unannounced."

"Yes, President," Secretary Gail agreed, and she fished out a notepad and pen from her blazer's pocket, jotting down Olivia's order.

"You know what? Scratch that. I'll just go and surprise him this week." 

A sinister aura outlined Olivia as her mind concocted random scenarios to surprise Henry Lin. She suddenly felt invigorated at the thought of angering Henry Lin.

In front of her, Secretary Gail dug her notepad and pen back inside her pockets and regarded Olivia. She was happy to see that her boss was looking healthy and glowing after her miscarriage.

After that unfortunate incident, Secretary Gail noticed how Olivia would rub her belly at random, and a glint of sadness would flash in her eyes before she would school her features back into her signature poker face.

Secretary Gail knew Olivia could hurdle the little bump that was thrown her way. Yes, she must be emotionally weak at the moment but it didn't negate the fact that her resilience was praiseworthy.

It was one of the few things that Secretary Gail found commendable about Olivia. Sometimes when she's slumped with work and she wanted to curse her job she would be reminded of how her boss would work twice as hard as anyone in the company.

People thought Olivia was just some heiress who got money to burn, well, yes, she had a headstart in that department but that didn't mean that Olivia didn't bust her a.s.s off and lazied around in the office.

It was known to everyone that Olivia spent her days slaving in the office. She was the first in and the last one out. 

It was those years of training that toughen Olivia's stamina, and made her the woman she was, 

Add to the list was the fact that being a woman in her chosen field, which was finance, wasn't a walk in the park. But Olivia didn't cower down, she kept pushing through to beat all the odds that blocked her path.

The level of adversity she had to face in England all because of her gender shaped Olivia into the woman she was known for in the finance world. 

Pushing away any feeling of pity towards her boss, which Olivia would definitely pick up, Secretary Gail chose to toughen up. She knew Olivia had Maxen now, and could guess that he was also the reason why Olivia kept on moving forward no matter what life threw on her way.