Ruining Fame (Girl X Girl)

Chapter 9 / Surrounded Stench

A/N: GUYS IT IS 4 IN THE MORNING, AND I AM PUBLISHING THIS CHAPTER. Anyways ... I welcome you who plays Olive Mencher, drum roll, please... 

I introduce you to Zoey Deutch!

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Word of the Day

Luftmensch (n.): An impractical dreamer with no business sense; one with their head in the clouds.

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Chapter 9 / Olive's P.O.V

Monday, a day I both dread and anticipate, though not so much for the heels. My mind rewinds to yesterday, spent perfecting an article page for Suzanne; I couldn't afford to let her down. After seeing Dustin, I ended up falling asleep and waking up to a nurse informing me it was already noon. Shocked, I realized I'd been sleeping in late too often lately – a habit I needed to break.

Stepping out of the cab, I shuffle my papers, glancing at my phone to check the time. Lost in my thoughts, I accidentally collide with a man dressed in black, a camera dangling from his hands. I offer a quick apology, but he wastes no time in bombarding me with questions.

"Excuse me, were you there at the conference with director Margaret Sloan?" he asks, catching me off guard.

"Yeah, I was. Why?" I stash my papers away and focus on the man, though I'm aware I need to hurry inside before I'm late. Gloria won't be pleased if her coffee isn't delivered promptly.

"She's the one!" The man's voice booms, and suddenly I'm surrounded by a swarm of men, all wielding cameras. What the hell?

I shield my eyes from the blinding flashes and instinctively cover my face with my hands. What's happening? I attempt to push through the crowd, but I'm held back by the throng of men. Crap, crap, crap!

I shield my eyes once more, panic rising within me. Nausea churns in my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me. This isn't just nerves; it's something different, something more suffocating. Please, make it stop... I retreat deeper into my mind, seeking refuge from the chaos.

A reassuring hand wraps around me, and I gratefully accept the help. Together, we push through the crowd, determined to escape the frenzy. Finally, we reach the safety of the building, where security guards block the entrance, keeping the chaos at bay.

I look up to see my rescuer, and to my surprise, it's Suzanne. Oh, crap! I stand before my boss, who pulled me out of the crowd. She gestures for me to follow her to our floor, and I comply without hesitation. As we enter the elevator, I notice there are about five other people inside, but none of them speak.

"Thank you for helping me," I mumble, but she silences me with a gesture.

"Not here, Olive," she says in a low tone, urging me to keep quiet.

As everyone dispersed to their respective floors, Suzanne leads me to her office. With each step, I feel the weight of Gloria's disapproving glare for missing her coffee deadline. I'm probably going to get an earful for this... Maybe even lose my job. Great.

Gloria's silent treatment is almost worse than her usual rants. I can practically hear her voice in my head, scolding me for not being punctual with her daily caffeine fix. But really, five cups of coffee a day? It's excessive, to say the least. Sometimes I wonder if she's just using it as an excuse to keep me on edge.

As we walk, I notice the curious glances from my colleagues. Are they staring because I'm with Suzanne? She's a big deal around here, after all. The chief executive officer. I can't blame them for being intrigued. I mean, who wouldn't want to walk alongside someone like her?