Olivia Sparks - Volume 1 Chapter 121 Sign Up For A Harem

Olivia peeled another page on her desk calendar and smiled upon seeing that she would see her gal pals tomorrow, the day they set for Ava to pay up for losing the bet.

She swiveled her chair and gazed outside the window, a paint of positivity was written all over her face for the first time.

It has been more than a week since Emily and Wyatt had broken up and since that day; it was nothing but peace and quiet for Olivia until a knock on the door disturbed her short reverie.

“President, Ms. Hana is in Meeting Room 2.”

“Ok.” Olivia nodded. She propelled herself off her seat but slumped back, confusing Secretary Gail. “Just bring her in. It’ll be a quick one anyway.”

Secretary Gail bowed and left, coming back with Ms. Hana and another guest.

When Olivia saw who it was, she c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at Secretary Gail, looking for an explanation. However, looking at how snotty the woman standing in front of her, Olivia could guess that she forced her way in.

Placing her pen down, Olivia smiled at Secretary Gail. “It’s ok. You can go back to work.”

The soft click followed by a beep told everyone in the room that nobody outside would see or hear them.

“Good morning, Natalia. I didn’t remember setting up a meeting with you.”

Olivia walked over to the ladies, shaking hands with Ms. Hana first before extending a hand to Natalia which the latter swatted, much to Olivia’s amus.e.m.e.nt.

“Very well.” She gestured towards the couch, and started talking business, ignoring the uninvited presence of Natalia.

“Here is the list of pieces that will be in auction that night, Ms. Lin.” Ms. Hana passed a folder to Olivia to which she started flipping page after page until she landed on the one that has Xandra’s painting.

“Any inquiries on Xandra’s paintings?”

Ms. Hana shifted in her seat. She knew Olivia’s the one who purchased the last known Xandra painting. “Unfortunately, after her last painting sold for 16 million dollars, interest for her collections increased too because everybody wanted to get their hands on a piece or two.”

“That makes sense. Hmmm.” Olivia tutted, placing the folder on her lap. “Do you have a list of attendees? I don’t see it in your folder.”

“If you didn’t cut me off as Maxen’s proxy bidder, then you won’t be needing that list.” Natalia interrupted, her arms folded over her chest.

If Olivia could, she would roll her eyes and flip a bird on the doll across from her, but her office is so sacred for negativity.

Smiling at Ms. Hana, Olivia tapped the folder four times before standing, to which Ms. Hana followed suit. “I want that list this afternoon. Include the proxy bidders that would be present and the items they bought.”

“Ms. Lin, I have the proxy bidders list, it’s on the last page.”

“Copy that. I’ll look into it later when there are fewer flies in the office. Somebody must have left a window open this morning.” Buzzing Secretary Gail, the door opened in Olivia’s office with the smiling secretary.

Ms. Hana bowed, turning on her heel to leave the two women inside. Outside in the hallway, she scratched the top of her head. “Should we ready security? It looks as if they will claw each other out.”

Secretary Gail sneered, beeping her keycard at the exit. “I’ll be expecting the list in my email this afternoon, Ms. Hana.”

And with that, the proxy bidder left. Secretary Gail’s eyes lingered to the direction of her president’s office. She dialed Yana’s number and barked an order as soon the young lass picked up the call. “Secure the vases tonight.”

Meanwhile, inside Olivia’s office, two women have been exchanging smiles the entire time, neither one dared start the conversation rolling.

“Aren’t you going to explain yourself?” Natalia raised an eyebrow, accusing Olivia of something she’s innocent of.

“Explain what? You’re the one who barged in my office unannounced and uninvited. Care to enlighten me with the reason for your presence today?”

“Ha!” Natalia leaned on the couch, crossing her legs. Earlier that week, her secretary received a letter from Notios, stating that her services were no longer needed. She didn’t have to sweat it when a quick search on Maxen showed Olivia’s name.

Scrutinizing the lady before her, Natalia knew Olivia was just like the other girls fawning over Maxen, aiming for that royal title before their names.

“You don’t have to go as far as cutting me loose. I’ve been working with Maxen for years and we have this dynamic going on between us. Only a royal can understand a royal, Olivia. The name and what it entails. Meaning, there’s only one person who can understand Maxen, and that’s me.”

“Please.” Olivia scrunched her nose. She held her palm up to keep the spoiled princess from spouting more nonsense that she could bear for the day. “Please save your confession to Maxen, Natalia. For the record, I wasn’t aware of the changes until Ms. Hana’s name was in my calendar. So it would be best for you to confront the source. You said it yourself, you have a dynamic between you and Maxen. Use that to your advantage and don’t go barking on the wrong tree.

“And if you’re done talking, the door is open for you to exit. I have scheduled meetings after this, and another one after. My time is precious, Ms Vasiliev. I have an empire to build. I won’t see you out. My secretary will show you the way.” Olivia pressed a buzzer and in no time, Secretary Gail knocked on the door before opening it with a smile painted on her face.

Natalia huffed, shooting up from her seat.

In her seat, Olivia shook her head when Natalia’s shadow was out of sight. She lifted a file on her desk, reading it. Back to work.

She paused when her dramatic Ting Hun stint flashed before her eyes. She sneered in derision at the ghost of her past. She’s done with looking pathetic, fighting over a man. She realized there was no need to degrade herself all because a man couldn’t keep his d.i.c.k inside his pants until he got home.

Outside Olivia’s office, Natalia looked over her shoulders. She was shaking from anger when she wasn’t able to say what she wanted to say. She dialed a number on her phone, waiting for the other line to pick up. And just as the elevator door dinged, her call went through. “Can you free your schedule next week? I badly needed a date for a ball.”

Later that night, Maxen arrived in Olivia’s penthouse suite and stopped in his tracks when he noticed something amiss the place. He quickly scanned the grand room and noticed how lifeless it looked like.

“Where are all the flowers I gave her?” he asked himself as he walked toward the master bedroom, only to hunched when a pillow was hurled his way.

“BAAAAABY!!!” he cried out, catching the pillow. “Let me explain first.” The words rolled out of his mouth, but the truth was he was clueless. He saw Olivia on the other side of the bed, aiming another pillow to his way.

“Olivia! Stop!” Maxen roared, shaking the rooted Olivia in her spot. He saw how a flash of fear shone on her eyes before it quickly vanished. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. What’s wrong? Can you tell me if something’s wrong before lashing out on me?”

He fluffed the pillow, putting it back on the bed. His eyes never left Olivia who was now calming down from her fury.

Rounding up their bed, she pushed her by the shoulder to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt down so they were at eye level but Olivia refused to meet his stare.

Holding her by the chin, he tipped her face and he saw a pool of anger and hurt simmering in her orbs.

“I didn’t sign up for a harem, Maxen.”

“WHAAAT?”

“I didn’t sign up for a harem so go and dump your shit as far away from me as possible,” she croaked, bunching the silk nightgown in her hands.3

“Olivia, what are you saying? I don’t have a harem. I only have you. How many times do I have to prove it to you?”

“Well, if your Natalia didn’t pester me this morning giving me a gist of your relationship with”

“I never slept with that woman if that’s what you’re curious about.” Maxen peeled Olivia’s hand off her nightgown, straightening the curled fingers to release it from all the tension she bottled up.

“Then tell her to bugger off.”

Looking at her eyes, Maxen said, “You know I can’t do that.”

“Whyyy? What’s so hard about telling her the truth so she would wake up from her delusions?” She pulled her hands away but Maxen’s grip was tight enough to hold it in place.

“Because if I told her that, she would know how you got affected with your meeting. Just ignore her. She doesn’t matter anyway.”

Olivia sucked in a deep breath, exhaling through her puckered lip. “She won’t stop until you tell her yourself, Maxen. Just saying. And don’t blame me if I shave that barbie’s head if she pulls something nasty on me.”

Maxen stood up, “You have my back. You can do whatever you like.” He dipped his head planting a kiss on her lips to pacify her. He knew this topic could go on until midnight and he’s too tired to be talking about other people.

Pushing Maxen off her, she knelt on the bed and unbuttoned Maxen’s dress shirt. Olivia uttered, “I was excited the whole day over my surprise for you tomorrow evening and that barbie ruined my mood.”