(A Sinners and Saints sequel) #2
If you've read Sinners and Saints I, then you definitely need this, as Sinners and Saints II takes you to into the lives of Olivia and Rafael, focusing on their love, family and all the missing parts of Olivia's lif...
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Olivia placed her hand right on her thighs below the wooden table, watching Randy concentratedly as he took a long sip from his coffee cup. She looked outside the small cafe and could see one of his bodyguards standing right at the exit, making sure no one went in or out while the other one stood right behind him, glaring at the thin air.
She didn't see the point of the guards, not like anyone was going to get in since he had already reserved the entire cafe for the following two hours.
Olivia could feel her heart racing the minute he lowered his cup from his mouth. He slowly dropped it on the wooden table.
"You're sure you don't want anything?" He slowly raised his head to meet hers with a warm smile on his face. Olivia forced a smile on hers too.
"I'm okay. I actually had breakfast before I got here."
"That's good." He nodded his head like he actually cared about what she said. "I know you must be wondering why I asked you to come here with me."
He was right. Olivia was dying to know why she was sitting in an empty cafe with a man who supposedly had a lot of things on his plate, making out time to have breakfast with her. She chuckled nervously.
"I'd just get straight to the point then." He went on. "As you know, I'd be contesting in the upcoming presidential elections." He continued.
"Yes, Rafael told me," Olivia let a tone of excitement linger in her voice. Maybe breakfast wasn't a bad idea at all, maybe he just needed the company's support with conveying him in a good light to the public which she obviously had no problem with. From what she knew, from what she could see, he was not a bad person, at least not to her plus, he was going to be family some day after all.
"Congratulations in advance on the upcoming elections, I'm certain you'd make a good president."
The smile on his face suddenly went cold as he let out a nervous chuckle.
"I know that too but that's not exactly why I'm here."
Olivia pursed her lips. Maybe she just needed to slow down a bit. She was jumping to conclusions and having him slow her down like that was a bit embarrassing.
Randy drew a deep breath and leaned a bit closer to the table.
"I want you to imagine something." He continued, demonstrating every word with his hands. "There's a white cloth, a really nice white cloth, really expensive too, one day, someone keeps a bottle of palm kennel oil close to the white cloth and forgets to close it. A few minutes later, a huge wind starts and the bottle is knocked off the table and spills some oil on that white cloth on its way to the ground. Now, no matter how white the cloth must have originally been, no matter how expensive it was, all it becomes from that moment onwards is dirty, filthy, stained, soiled. And unless you wash it off, thoroughly, the stain just might never go away."
