Olivia Sparks

The two were about to leave Olivia's decoy apartment to check the damages in her penthouse suite when Secretary Gail entered the premises.  Olivia's brows knitted. She remembered telling her secretary last night that she'd be taking a day off too today, so why on earth is Secretary Gail reporting to work? As if Secretary Gail could hear Olivia's thoughts, the former walked closer to the latter and whispered, "The Headmistress is outside and wants a word with you, President." Bobbing her head, she told Secretary Gail, "I'll meet you and Headmistress in the office. Next time don't bring strangers in my space." Secretary Gail nodded and bowed. She turned on her heel and left as quickly as she entered Olivia's apartment. "Who's that?" Maxen inquired. He just got out of the bathroom when he heard the door's security lock alarm. Caging Olivia in his embrace, he listened as she spoke.  "Gail. I have to meet my boss tonight for dinner." She took a sharp breath. "Your little project has to wait." "Oh." Maxen scratched the skin above his eyebrow. "Well, at least that would extend my life for an hour or two." With her hands palming his c.h.e.s.t, Olivia tiptoed and planted a short sweet kiss on his lips. "Enough time for you to clean and sanitize our bedroom." Maxen chuckled, unsure of whether to be glad that Olivia's giving him a pass, or be scared that she'd pull the rug under him once she's back from her meeting. He quickly dialed Jack's number but just as Jack picked up, Olivia, who was standing by the threshold, looked over her shoulder with a sinister smile on her beautiful face. "Maxen baby," she cooed, oh so sweetly that Maxen gulped. To him, the word Maxen and baby side by side was a bad combination. And true to his instincts, Olivia advised, "Don't forget to find yourself a good lawyer… or two. Because you will pay for that wall." … Below a newly built skyscr.a.p.er that looked like a replica of a DNA, Rona Co stood. Yesterday, she got word that her disciple made news for running away from her wedding. Besides that one news which made the headlines, what alerted her more was the one that didn't: Olivia managed to extract her mother, Amelia, out of the Lin Estate. She didn't have to think twice and so she booked a jet to reach the last country she wanted to step foot on: Nisia. "This way, Headmistress," Secretary Gail cut Rona Co from her trance. They exchanged small smiles before moving along, entering the building. Attached to the wall by the concierge was a glass directory, bearing the names of the companies that leased the floors. Rona Co smirked. Of course. That girl would take the floor with an even number. Arriving at the twenty-eight floor, the two exited the elevator and turned to the left side where a glass wall adorning the logo Oakwood Capital was located. "Is everything set for the ribbon-cutting, Gail?" Rona asked. She could still see a few equipment randomly lying on the floor. "Yes, Headmistress. We encountered a problem with the design team, but everything's in motion again. Hopefully, in a month's time you'll receive an invitation." Secretary Gail gestured to one of the private rooms in the office. Scanning her thumbprint on a wall-mounted device, the wall glass switched to opaque to give them privacy. "President Lin will be here shortly, Headmistress. For the meantime, how about a cup of coffee, tea, or water?" Ever on high-alert, Rona Co shook her head. "I have my own water. Thanks." With that, Secretary Gail bowed and excused herself. Once she got out of the room, she shook her head so hard and fast her cheeks wobbled, releasing the pent up anxiety in her system. "God, these alpha women surrounding me." She shivered, thankful that she didn't get bitten by the headmistress on their way up. To her delight, she finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel, her president, Olivia Lin, arriving. "Headmistress is in meeting room two, President." Olivia gave her a curt nod, pausing for a second when she remembered something that distracted her on the way inside. "Gail, please clear the eyesore in the entrance." Secretary Gail's lips twitched. She cursed in her head as she wondered how she was supposed to drag those construction materials by herself. However, thinking about her quarterly bonus on the horizon and the bag she was eyeing to purchase, Secretary Gail nonetheless bowed and replied, "Yes, President." Inside the meeting room, the two ladies exchange pleasantries, hiding their wicked thoughts behind their smiles. Each lady doubted the other. "What brought you here, Headmistress?" Olivia asked as she sat on a white leather conference chair. Olivia had an inkling the headmistress visited her for two things: First was her mother, which Rona would ask upfront, and second, were the Suis, which she would mention in passing. Rona Co smiled, her chin up, her shoulders squared. Proud as a peac.o.c.k. "It's not what brought me here, rather, it's who brought me here. Where are you hiding Amelia?"  She lifted a brow when Olivia shrugged. "Someone else has her and it's not me. But if you have anything that you'd like me to relay to her, I'll be glad to pass on the message." "You don't have to. I'll talk to her myself when she comes out of hiding."  After dramatically sighing, Olivia asked, "Very well. Is there anything that you wanted to talk about, Headmistress?" Headmistress Rona took a sip from her flask, subtly scrutinizing Olivia. Looking back in time, the first time Headmistress Rona saw Olivia was when she was roughly eight after a colleague brought up the existence of a gifted girl that looks exactly like Amelia. After seeing for herself who the little girl was, she offered her services to homeschool the shunned Lin heiress.  She nurtured Olivia's appetite for knowledge where everyday she'd challenge the young girl to solve a series of complex puzzles.  And just like the rest of the days and the days that would follow, Olivia's smile would brighten the perpetually gloomy London after beating her own record. So if there was one person who saw Olivia bloom, it was her, Headmistress Rona. And looking at Olivia now, she knew something changed, the same thing that changed her mother—falling in love with the wrong man.