LIV/E (Rewriting)

Chapter 3

Every morning, Olivia would step outside her house to see Miles' Suv parked in her drive way. With him standing in front of the car and a starbucks cup in hand.

The starbucks was because he had learnt from previous early mornings with Olivia, that she's not very pleasant if she didn't have any caffeine in her system.

Every morning was like their little ritual and she admittedly enjoyed the commute time they had together.

He stood crooked against the car as she walked up to him. He held his hand out and offered her the cup of coffee before saying, "Morning Q."

"Q," was the nickname he'd given Olivia, because her last name was Quinn. Typically she hated when people gave her nicknames but this one seemed to stick, it made her sound so significant, she thought.

She took a deep breath while noting that after so many years he still hadn't changed the type of cologne he used, and she'd hate if he ever did.

She grabbed the cup of coffee, smiled and replied with a quick "morning."

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Olivia sat at her desk and watched through the glass walls of the conference room. The director paced back and forth in contemplation.

A few other FBI agents sat around the large conference table. Soon one of the Bureau's Senior Agents stood up and began speaking, his name was Will.

He was know for his alpha male sort of personality. He felt as if everyone else was inferior to him, that no idea's but his own were ever good enough.
He took pleasure in steam rolling over everyone, and it occurred mostly when a female spoke.

He always had to dominate and somehow he made the director almost always see his point of view over everyone else's.

Admittedly he was really handsome, but his cockiness trumped over any note worthy attractive qualities that he might have possessed.

The Director Clark finally sat down at the head of the table and began yelling at the agents. This wasn't anything new, he did this all the time surprisingly more than once a day.

Clark quickly stood up and marched to the door, flung it opened aggressively and yelled "CALLAHAN!" At the top of his lungs.

The Director was short and kind of stodgy. The light in the boardroom cast dark shadows over his eyes which made them seem like they sat incredibly deep, beneath his aggressively prominent brow.

His black hair lied in greasy strands on his forehead which he'd occasionally comb back with his veiny hands. His leathery skin lifelessly clung to his body, beaten by the sun.

Upon noticing Director Clark, Miles shot out of his chair and ran to the boardroom.

A Battle of egos soon filled the room as Will, Miles and Clark began arguing back and forth.

Olivia sat in her chair trying to read their lips but ultimately couldn't make out anything.

Everything seemed to calm down as soon as Miles started to speak. He walked and spoke for several minutes untill stopping in his tracks as if he had just made a valid point, and once he did everyone stopped and turned to look at Olivia.

Her eyes widened from the shock and She quickly put her head down. She soon heard the door swing open once again, and Clark yelled out "QUINN!" Which shook her so much that she almost fell out of her seat.

She replied with a stutter filled "y-y-yes sir?" but he didn't answer, he just walked back to the head of the table.

She shakily stood up, tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and ran towards the conference room.