TILL REVENGE DO US PART

RAINING COFFEE.

Olivia's POV.

“Damn it, I was late,” I muttered to myself as I hurriedly squeezed through people to get to the coffee shop on the other side of the street. Greenway Street is always bustling with many workers, especially on a Monday morning.

Unluckily for me, it was a Monday morning. 8am even. So you can imagine how packed the street was.

The bell of the coffee shop jingled as I walked in. Oh great, a frigging long line. I huffed as I got in line. The Greenways cafe was one of the best coffee shops in the area. They also had the most delicious pastries ever. My mouth watered as I daydreamed about them.

“One medium cup of caramel Macchiato, please” I gave my order to the Barista, a loud gum-chewing brunette college student.

“The name?” She said still chewing her gum so loudly.

“Olivia”

I turned and walked away to sit by the booth closest to the door when my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Olivia, where are you? You need to meet with the sponsors for the next charity gala and discuss the venue, designers and a whole lot and why can't I find you in your office? Madam Sasha is going to flip. She's only letting you off because of your father. You know how she—”

“Calm down, Rita.” I cut her off as she rambled on about what big trouble I was in for being already so late. “I will be there soon, okay? Just please help me keep her from going all dragon on the other workers.”

“You better be here before she tears my head off,” Rita, my close friend at work, said before hanging up and tossing my phone inside my bag.

“What a way to start my work week” I let out a heavy breath as my name got called out.

I had my coffee in my hand and was just about to take a sip when my phone rang. I wasn't looking at where I was going as I was rummaging my bag looking for the device. I had almost got it when I bumped into a wall and my drink went flying.

Oh no.

It was as if the world slowed down. I watched as my coffee cup flew above my head and came down in slow motion, spilling all over me and the wall that I—

Fuck.

That wasn't a wall. It was a living and breathing human. The coffee spilt more on him than it did on me. He was like a skyscraper, so tall… He had a lean but muscular build. I could see his arm muscles bulging from his suit jacket. I was making eye contact with his chest, too scared to look up.

I finally dared to look up and then my eyes clashed with the most beautiful dark grey eyes I have ever seen. I was so mesmerised by his eyes that I didn't realise I was staring just like the other people in the shop who had stopped their business to look at us.

“Are you done ogling me?” He said, staring down at me in anger. He was definitely almost a foot taller than I was. I had to look up, straining my neck to keep eye contact with him. I stumbled back at his words and began apologizing.

“I am so sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your suit. I wasn't looking, so I… oh my, um, what would I do to um…”

“ Forget it.” His voice was deep and smooth. He had a little bit of an accent. He walked away from me, speaking to someone over the phone. More like yelling actually. He walked over to one of the booths and took a seat, still yelling into the phone.

My grey skirt was ruined. It was the one piece of clothing that had most of the coffee spilt on. My white shirt and black corset weren't spared. There were small blotches of coffee here and there but they weren't as bad.

I quickly rushed over to the counter again and ordered another coffee. Plain Black for the gentleman. He seemed like the kind who would like that. I needed to apologize in some way.

I hurried the gum-chewing college girl up, and she had it done in minutes.

I walked briskly to his booth and dropped the coffee cup slowly on his table. Wouldn't want to spill on him again, am I right?

He looked up from the phone he was still yelling into and he seemed to recognise me. This time, he was the one staring. He kept looking at me and I felt my face go red in embarrassment and my stomach twist from something I couldn't place my finger on…

“I am so sorry I spilt coffee on you. I really didn't see you there and I hope this could make up for my foolishness. Do have a great day”

I all but ran out of there and got into the taxi that stopped immediately in front of me.

I put my head in my hands and sighed. This day better not get any worse. I couldn't go home to change because I was already late for work. I was pretty sure Rita couldn't hold Sasha any longer and Sasha was sharpening her sword to have my head with.

I alighted from the taxi as it stopped in front of my workplace.

Harmony Initiative Group. It was a tall building with 5 floors. They hosted charity galas on behalf of rich individuals who didn't want to go through the work themselves. We also held some. The specific causes we raised funds for were homeless children and single mothers.

I briskly walked into the building.

“Hi, Olivia” the receptionist waved and smiled at me as I walked by. She looked closely at me and her face changed to confusion.

I know, the coffee stains.

“Hi,” I smiled at her as I walked towards the elevator. My phone rang continuously in my bag and I knew just who that was.

Madam Sasha.

She was going to have my head on a silver Platter one day.

The elevator dinged before its doors opened and in my face on the other side stood Madam Sasha.

I couldn't help but wince as she made eye contact with me and arched her left eyebrow. She turned around on her Louboutin heels and walked off signalling me to follow her. She was just as short as me but she made sure to always wear heels that would make her tower over a larger percentage of her female staff.

Maybe it was a satisfaction she derived from looking down at us. Who knows.

Her body was clad in a black dress that stopped inches above her knee. She had her hair up in a classy bun and her face had minimal makeup but with a bold red lipstick.

As stylish as ever, my boss, Madam Sasha.

I had barely closed the door behind me in her office when she went all ballistic on me.

“Olivia, what is your excuse for today? I don't understand why my best and most requested worker would have a great flaw like tardiness—” she rambled on and on in her French accent but I wasn't paying attention to anything she was saying any longer.

“Are you listening to me?”

Oh shit. I had opened my mouth to speak when Rita entered. She made eye contact with me and my clothes and then eyed me, meaning that we'd talk about it later. I nodded at her and Madam Sasha, finally calming down, shared our tasks for us for the day.

Mine was to meet with a rich and influential family that would like to be part of the sponsors for the next big charity event. I would interview them and also convince them some more on why they should sponsor us.

Just like Madam Sasha said, I was in high demand for that aspect. Turns out I can be really convincing. Too bad it doesn't work for certain people I would like.

I rolled my eyes at the thought.

Rita stepped out of the office and as I was about to follow, Madam Sasha stopped me.

“Olivia, whatever fashion trend you're trying to start with spilt coffee on clothes, I don't think it would work. Take the office vehicle and get some clothes before you meet our clients.” She looked me up and down with a hint of disgust at how I looked and to be honest, I couldn't blame her.

It wasn't the look I was originally going for.