Her Assistant

-CHAPTER FOUR-

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-BAD DECISION-

Olivia checked herself from head to toe in the mirror. She smiles, feeling comfortable about her attire. Fixing her suit collar, she turned on her heels and left for the door. The ring of the doorbell echoed throughout the house, making Olivia quicken her pace just a bit more. 

Olivia took a detour to the kitchen and retrieved the cup of boba she had slushing up. She likes it better that way. She grabbed her metal straw from the dish holder and stuck it in, taking a short sip as she made her way to the front of her home.

She stopped in front of the door and prepared herself. This is a rare moment for her, and she knows it. Agreeing to have someone in close proximity of her home and of herself is risky but...will it be worth it?

Olivia took one last breath before opening the door with a smile plastered on her face. However, that smile of hers dropped when she saw the person standing on the other side. It was a shocking reaction for her. So much so that she had to give the person on the other side three examinations from head to toe. 

Her eyes return to the man, and she cleared her throat. The only thing going on in her head is, why is there a homeless person on my doorstep. His hair is long and looks like it's been unkempt for three plus years. He's got a beard, touching his chest and he's wearing what looks to be an excuse for a suit. 

However, there is one thing she noticed. His smell. He doesn't smell bad at all. Olivia found her smile once more, chuckling nervously as she continued to study the man.

"C-can I help you? Sir?" Her tone is weary, and she took a quick glance behind her. She doesn't have guards or anything like that to keep her safe. She never wanted them around. But now seeing that some kind of homeless person found her, and her house made her rethink her actions. 

Is this really where she dies?

"I-I'm here for the interview. Y-you're Ms.Garden correct?" A cockney accent. Olivia, however, still isn't over the fact that this man is the man she contacted. It can't be.

"Are you Alexander Reyes?" She asks. 

The man nods, taking a bow. "Yes ma'am."

Olivia felt herself get a headache. She's praying that she didn't do the terrible mistake of choosing a serial killer to come to her house.

"I...oh..." She feels like she's made a terrible mistake. "Okay, c-come on in." Again, she's regretting her decision on this. But she will let it pan out for now and find somebody else after he leaves. 

Alexander waltzed inside of her home with his head held high. She watched him pass her and when he was far enough to not hold the fake smile she had plastered on her face, she dropped it, closing the door behind them and praying, hoping that this isn't a bad decision. 

Olivia led him to the upstairs where her office is located. She's praying, and hard. Olivia stops in front of her door and sent the man a smile. He noticed her tensity but kept to himself. If anything, he thought she was the mad one here. Not him.

Olivia motions the man inside and he stepped onto the other side. 

"You can take a seat right there." She says pointing to the chair that's on the opposite side. She took a sip from her straw, needing the caffeine to ease her nerves. She should be smarter than this. It's stupid and too close for comfort. 

Alexander took his seat. Olivia following after. She placed her cup down and pulled her chair a bit closer. Olivia pulled a file from the upper left drawer and placed it down in front of her.