XVI

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TW// homophobia, use of f-slur (i am gay), if this triggers you at all do not read this chapter, i can sum it up in the comments of you like

NOTE
this is a double update
because i decided you
guys deserve more salem x olivia
content not all drama so
be appreciative😙

JUNE 30 | 016
stupid managers

JUNE 30 | 016stupid managers

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THE UBER RIDE TO THE BUILDING was slow and nervewracking, worry bubbling up in olivias throat making her feel like she couldn't breathe

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THE UBER RIDE TO THE BUILDING was slow and nervewracking, worry bubbling up in olivias throat making her feel like she couldn't breathe.

she knew this was going to end up being a bad meeting, there wasn't a doubt in her mind about that.

she nervously played with her fingers until the uber arrived, taking around 20 minutes.

she thanked the driver and stepped out of the car, the mere size of the building seeming slightly intimidating.

she walked inside, politely smiling at the people she passed before getting to the elevator and selecting one of the highest floors, since that was where james's office was located.

upon her arrival, the nerves were spiralling so bad she felt like she was going to collapse and could barely hold herself together as she approached the secretary's desk.

"name?" the woman asked, tapping her pen against the wooden desk impatiently.

"uh olivia" she says, pausing, unsure if she would need to use her last name.

"surname please," the woman says, looking annoyed.

olivia swallowed awkwardly. "rodrigo," she responds, her eyes travelling around the room to avoid looking at the woman.

the woman types on her computer for a bit, before sighing.

"have a seat over there, i'll call you over when he's ready," she says quickly, ushering olivia over to the seating area with a flick of her wrist.

olivia obeyed, quietly walking over and sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs.

she pulled her phone out to send a text to salem before the woman looks at her, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎, olivia rodrigoWhere stories live. Discover now