Philip's drive to the company wasn't anything to fantasize about, it was insanely dangerous. He would just appreciate peace of mind for some time. Behind his desk, he sat down in the dark, eyes red and his face contorted with anger. All he wanted was to pay her back dearly. Did she even love me? He thought.
It wasn't long before they divorced, and she was slutting around already. He gazed fixed on his phone as he heard it ring, Betty was calling him.
He growled, took the phone and pressed it hard. He thought of nothing but to throw it at the wall and damage it; however, he thought again. He would answer the phone and he had his reasons.
"Hey, where are you? Weren't you supposed to be pleading?" Betty's voice came sharply over the phone when he answered.
"I'm at the company, I had to take something."
"And you couldn't…"
"Betty, how can I apologize for treating you that way? You have stood by me against all odds and I do it to bring you pain. Let me make up for it, make a public announcement." He paused, weighing his next statement before he said it because there was no going back. He knew exactly how Betty held on to words.
"Make a public announcement, we are getting married in the next couple of days."
"So thoughtful of you to decide on the direct approach. I will see you later, then."
The next day, Olivia dressed smartly and set off for work, shaking the words of Dylan aside. She wasn't in no mood for any relationship of any sort.
"You're welcome, ma'am." Her secretary greeted her and continued, "You're in early; should I get you your usual tea?
"Please," Olivia replied, and for the next five minutes, her personal assistant returned with tea.
"You don't look good to me, have you seen the papers already? I was trying to hide them from you," she whispered to herself and hit her forehead.
"The papers? What does it say?" Fear gripped Oliver as she thought of the possibility of her getting caught on Camera pole and lap dancing.
"It's not anything worth your time, tell me about your lunch with Dylan. Do you feel the attraction like we do?" She said with a fake smile, trying hard to conceal her emotions.
"I'm asking you, as your boss, to show me the papers. Do as you are told." She could feel the anger radiating from the way she spoke and she didn't need to insist. She went out and returned with it.
When Olivia glanced at the paper, blood drained from her face, leaving her pale. She couldn't believe her eyes, she continued to read and her hands started to tremble. She should have heeded Charlotte's advice; now she couldn't hold her tears; they fell freely without effort.
Unsure of what to do, Charlotte locked the door and sat next to her boss, pulling her into a friendly embrace.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't want you to see it. Can I help you with anything?"
She shook her head, Despite her confusion and hurt, Olivia knew she had to put on a professional face. She couldn't let her personal feelings affect her work or her relationship with Philip. So, she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and told herself she would be strong. She would pretend nothing had ever happened and would remain strictly professional from now on.
"It's for the best," she whispered to herself, trying to convince her heart to agree with her head. "I won't let myself get hurt again. Could you bring in the contract from the Brussel's Company? I need to work on it. What did they say they wanted?"
With newfound determination, Olivia threw herself into her work, focusing on the tasks at hand and pushing all thoughts of Philip and his girlfriend out of her mind. But the image of their engagement lingered in her memory, a constant reminder of her mistake and her vulnerability.
After an hour of being self-convinced, she was working. Olivia sighed and leaned back into her chair, trying to focus on her work. She couldn't just shake off the image of Philip and his girlfriend embracing in the lobby. She felt a spark of disappointment and embarrassment, wondering how she could have misread the situation so badly. She had thought Philip was hers, but not at all; she swallowed and gestured to her secretary to leave.
Olivia's mind raced with questions. How long had Philip been dating this woman? Did he really care about her at all, or was she just a convenient companion? And why did he kiss her with such passion and intensity if he already had Betty in mind, um that lady?
Right now she knew she had made a huge mistake of rejecting Dylan's offer.
There was a knock at her door, and her heart skipped a beat, knowing it could be….
"Did you forget to respond, I've been knocking for eternity."
"Go straight to the point, Mr. Sam, I don't have time for your little drama. What do you want from me this time?"
"I came here to discuss the contract you have on your desk. I doubt you've even opened it to check what's in there." He paused and treated himself to a seat.
"Well, that contract requires you to step down from managing seats. I know you're the daughter but you wouldn't wish for your dad's hard work to go down the drain, would you?"
Olivia scanned through the file and was surprised by what she saw. Maybe he was right, she shouldn't allow her keen interest for revenge to ruin her father's company. She would step down for him to continue.
"What is your take on the matter, Miss Olivia?"
"Mrs would do as she's now the one I've planned to spend my life with. Olivia will not step down, send the contract back and tell them Olivia has a partner now. Just mention my name and they would understand."
Olivia watched Dylan as he spoke, she couldn't be more grateful to him.
"What are you saying, Mr. Dylan…do you…you mean she's your fiancée? Mr. Sam asked, stammering.
"Now if you would excuse us, Mr. Sam, I have something to discuss with my wife." Olivia smiled and nodded after he had left.
"And what was that for, Mr. Dylan?"
"I saw the papers and wanted to see how you were doing. If you didn't agree to be my contracted girlfriend then be my contracted wife for 6 months. Please don't say no."