Her Assistant

-CHAPTER ONE-

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-OLIVIA GARDEN-

She exhales. "Time to show them what you're for." Olivia Garden covered her eyes with her million-dollar Louis Vuitton sunglasses and opened the car door, stepping out from her safety. Not even a second out and she was already being bombarded by paparazzi.

"Olivia! Olivia! Over here!"

She heard them all scream for her attention. Olivia ignored them, looking at the thousand-foot building that's in front of her. Ah yes, all famous Stir headquarters. Its where famous people come to talk about anything and almost everything if asked. The Stir is the world's biggest talk show there is in New York. And it's in its pique year as well. Most likely thanks to she and Pierre.

Before she could make her way in front of the door a microphone was shoved into her face, making her come to an abrupt halt. If she had guards, she's sure they would've pushed them aside the moment she stepped out of her car.

"Olivia, please tell me how you feel about Pierre boasting about the upcoming events on the Duke of Haynes?!" The lady asks. Olivia stopped in her tracks and took her glasses off. She folded them, a small grin meeting her features.

"Well, I'm surely certain that a simple boast and beg won't give Mr.Pierre royalty points." She responds.

"The event is in three weeks; will you have a plus one by then?!"

Olivia exhaled heavily and pranced her way back to her respectable destination. She ignored questions after that, not feeling the need to answer questions anymore. As she continued her way towards the building, they just kept calling her name and took as many pictures as they can. Once on the other side, Olivia removed her glasses from her eyes and exhaled heavily. 

"What a splendid afternoon hence far." She says to herself. A smile met the ravenette's features to work her cheekbones for the camera's. 

"Olivia! Olivia Garden!" 

Olivia snapped her head to the right of her and saw a woman about five feet, with short blonde hair jogging her way. She's also wearing a headset and clutching a clipboard to her chest. When the lady reached her, she exhaled a breath. 

"Ms.Garden, Linda March at your service." She let out another heavy breath, clearly tired due to the running. 

"At my service?" Olivia repeats with an arched brow. "Since when did I need service?" 

"Uh...umm...I was uh..." Linda stutters. How can she be so stupid? This is Olivia Garden we're talking about. She's a woman that doesn't take heed from anyone. She never asks for help; she never wants help and she doesn't get help. She's a one-man team and she has been ever since she can remember.

"I will find my own way to the table. Besides, it is being held on the third floor in front of a live audience. It's reality T.V darling." 

With that Olivia marched off, heading towards the elevator. Linda absolutely admired the woman for her female confidence. It's something she wish she had. Linda snapped out of her thoughts and scurried behind Olivia. 

"Wait! I really have to assist you with everything. The show doesn't start in the next five minutes. So, I'll carry you to your waiting room until it does. Oh, and Dianne had been calling your cellphone a bit earlier to make sure you were still on your way. They have your seat ready and everything it's just that they wanted to make sure you were attending still." Linda explains as they stepped on the other side of the elevator.