Affinity (On Hold)

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It's a perfectly sunny day as a five-foot seven inches lady got off the elevator who happens to be at the top most level of the building located at the heart of the city. Her heels clicking on a fine marble as she was greeted by a blonde lady wearing a business attire before opening the double door leading to a massive room.  There she saw a man seated at the center of the room while he flipped through the contents on his tablet.

"It's four times this month, Olive." He said with a booming voice that resonates through the whole room.

"I know. You don't have to repeat it to me for the fourth time. I am alive and that's what matters. And besides one of your minions swooped in and saved the day. Where is he, anyway?" She ran her hand through her short brown hair to a half-up style casually while slumping back on the leather sofa just across to where the old man was seated.

"I fired him." He said as Monica, his beautiful assistant lit his Cohiba before indulging on a premium quality tobacco.

"Wow. What a shame. I liked the guy."

"This is not a game. As your father, I am trying my best to protect you at all costs and here you are living so carelessly as if we don't have enemies out there waiting for a chance to hurt this family."

"Oh, the perks of being born as a Levington.  I do not like some random guy butting in every time I do my job."

"Volunteering is not a job."

"Here we go again."

She looked at Monica who was now straightening her already tidy blazer just to avoid an already awkward situation. Returning her glance to the man's light green eyes, lighter than her almost deep emerald ones. Her father never supported her advocacies. What she wants does not matter even back when she was in middle school and through her days at Brown.

"You've been out there sweating under the sun for hours instead of being at your own office earning money to get you somewhere in life. You're an heiress to our billion-dollar empire and before I retire, I want you to take over."

"Right. Because money is all that matters to you. Well, wake up dad. You've been living in this bubble for too long that all you care about is getting richer and richer while other people suffer from hunger each da-"

"Alright, I am done with you. I have other meetings to attend to. Right now, I advise you to head straight to the penthouse. A car is waiting for you downstairs."

Monica handed her a piece of small black card with SciCorp engraved at the top and a distinct phone number written down below. Phoebe peered her eyes, meeting her father's gaze who took a last puff of his cigar before crushing it down onto a glass ashtray. 

"What is this?"

"Consider that as an early gift for your birthday. Someone will call you with that number and I want you to accept it this time."

"What if I don't want it?"

"Yes, if you want another attacker shoot you for real this time." He stood up, buttoning his upper button of his expensive suit which accentuated his growing belly. "And Olive, don't forget that without me working hard you won't have those great opportunities that others can't have."

After the meeting with her father, she immediately dodged the advancing media outside who would like a scoop of the juicy story that happened the other day. As soon as she got in the backseat of the car, she handed the driver her address.