OLIVIA’S POV
I wasn’t done with that bitch yet, I thought to myself as I stood in front of the full–length mirror, adjusting the collar of my deep navy power suit. My hair was perfectly pinned back, perfectly taken care of by my own personal stylist, my stylist always came before I left for work, I had tried taking care of my own hair in the past and it did not work out well, there was always no time to finish, even when all I had to do was roll it up on a bun
My earrings were subtle but elegant, and my heels clicked authoritatively with every step. Clara stood by the door with her tablet in hand, already dressed sharply, ready to trail me like a shadow.
“You look stunning, ma’am,” she said with a proud nod.
“Thank you,” I replied, brushing an invisible crease off my sleeve. “Let’s go.”
As we stepped out of the mansion, the early morning sun bounced off the polished windshields of the cars waiting in my convoy. Armored Maybach stood at the center, flanked by four other sleek vehicles. My security team, dressed in sharp suits with comms in their ears, quickly moved to position.
Doors opened.
Engines hummed.
And the convoy rolled out onto the streets of Mexico like a silent storm.
We drove past neighborhoods and high–end districts, and heads turned as we passed. Blake Enterprise was a name that commanded respect–and fear.
And I was its face.
My dad had to tap me and bring me back to reality, and when we went in, I was also shocked to see that the man I knew in the house wasn’t the same

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