Her Assistant

-CHAPTER TWO-

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-A DECISION-

Olivia exhaled as she eased herself into the hot bath, she prepared the moment she got to her penthouse.

Exhausted and tired of the media and paparazzi, she wanted to rest herself before tomorrow. Not only that, she's got two pondering decisions to make. Either give Pierre his time to shine or find someone to carry as a plus one and attend the party. 

She really doesn't want to miss this opportunity. An opportunity she always wanted as well. Painting both the Dutch and his Duchess would give her more than just royalty points.

That may even be something she can use to become New York's next best female artist. Which is in the next six months may I add. 

Olivia exhaled heavily as she remembered Dianne scrolling through Pierre's twitter feed as they were on air.

He'd been ranting nonstop about the Dutch and Duchess and how he's going to have a plus one that's going to "shock the internet". She didn't care who it was and Pierre is known to be a very misleading guy when it came down to events. 

He'd hint at something and once every suspects they're right, they turn out to be dead wrong. Which makes Pierre a sly and clever fox, and good looking one at that. With eyes the color of chocolate, hair the color of charcoal and a smile whiter than snow itself, who wouldn't want to pick his art? 

Olivia picked up her glass of wine from the bath side and took a light sip from it. Her hazel eyes stared at the city sky. The way her bathroom is positioned has the best view that peers over New York city; so she can see the city even if she stands up. And it always looks better at night as well. 

"Oh Pierre, what would shock you the most?" She asks herself. Olivia rest the glass on the edge of the marble tub and exhaled as she washed her legs and body. She was tempted to touch herself so she can think. However, she recoiled herself from doing so. She's got to stop the dirty habit. 

Olivia clenched her jaw and grabbed the glass of wine once more, this time drinking it down in three seconds.

"Stupid talk shows and that stupid French fuck by the name of Nicholson Pierre with the pretty hair and smile always getting on my damn nerves." Olivia threw the glass at the tiled floor in frustration. It shattered upon contact and Olivia stood up. 

Water drained from her skin and dripped back into the tub. She got out of the tub, making sure to avoid the shatter of glass.

She grabbed her bath robe and threw it on to cover her body, tying it into a tight knot. "I can't let him have this chance." She preached to herself as she grabbed another loose towel for her hair. 

Olivia skipped her way downstairs and was soon in her living room that can pose as an entire bedroom. She took a seat onto the white sofa and grabbed her laptop from the coffee table in front of her. She sat it onto her lap and opened it.

However, she paused. Olivia stood to her feet and began pacing the polished wooden floors in her penthouse. "Come on Olivia, it won't hurt. Right?" She asks herself.

She came to a halt and began biting at her nails as she stared at the blank page on the screen. She's got options and however she reacts to those options will determine her life's outcome. 

"Fuck it." 

Olivia grabbed her laptop and took her seat at the dining table that's in eye's view of the living room began typing away.