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Thursday was the worst day of Olivia’s life.
She didn’t know when she woke up on Wednesday. All she knew was that her father would get back from whatever he had been doing all day, and once that happened, he could begin training her on how to manage Mann Co. She couldn’t wait; she’d already sketched out all the plans on the changes she was going to make and how she was going to be the best CEO ever – but the unexpected happened.
“Belicia!” she shrieked at her nanny, who came shuffling into her bedroom.
“Yes?” Belicia stood in the doorway, staring blankly at Olivia. Beli had grown used to the constant yelling, as things had been this way ever since Olivia was two.
“Where’s daddy?” Olivia hopped off her bed, crossing her arms. “Call him right now! He’s late!”
“I have called,” Beli sighed. “And there was no answer. I told you before,”
Olivia huffed, turning to stare out the window. “Call him again! Right now,”
Beli just grunted and headed out of the room, her heels scraping against the carpeting. Olivia hoisted herself back up on the bed, staring out the window, expecting her father to arrive at any moment. It was late, way past her bedtime, but bedtime didn’t matter to her. It wasn’t like Beli was going to enforce it upon her, anyway.
Olivia must have fallen asleep at some point, but she hardly remembered it. The next thing she knew, she heard yelling downstairs and the sound of footsteps.
Beli was shouting, “You are not allowed here! Mr. Mann will have you killed for trespassing! Leave, right now!”
Olivia blinked, sitting up and looking around. The sun was up already, but before she could even check to see what was going on, she heard her bedroom door slam. When she glanced in the direction of the door, her heart dropped when she noticed the shape of a woman standing before her.
“Who are you!?” Olivia demanded, clenching her fist and sticking her chin out, doing her best to ignore the fear she felt.
The woman just sat on the edge of her bed, staring directly into her eyes. She said nothing for a moment, before reaching out and gently brushing Olivia’s hair out of her face.
“Let me explain to you what’s going to happen,” the woman began in a low voice. “You’re going to sign over the rights of Mann Co. back to Saxton Hale, and you’re going to never speak of this to anyone again. Do you understand?”
Olivia stood up, her hands balled back up into fists, her lip curling in anger. “No! Go away! I’m gonna tell my dad!”
The woman grabbed Olivia by the shoulders, yanking her closer. “Listen to me,” she hissed out menacingly. “Your father is not going to do anything. He can’t do anything, not anymore,”
“You’re wrong!” Olivia tried to fight her way out of the woman’s grip, but to no avail. “Lemme go! My dad’s gonna kill you!”
“Your father is dead!” the woman snapped suddenly, gripping Olivia’s wrist. “Your father is gone, Olivia,”
Olivia froze, unsure if she heard that correctly. She blinked slowly, still staring up at the woman. “You’re lying,” Olivia managed after a moment, feeling her hands shake. She started to feel dizzy, lightheaded. “He’s not…he’s not—”
“He is,” the woman replied simply, and that’s when Olivia realized who she was: the Administrator.
Olivia tried to break away from her. “No…no!”
The Administrator rose up, holding tightly onto both of Olivia’s hands. “Come with me, it will be easier for you if you don’t fight me,”
Olivia, however, wasn’t going down so easily. She shrieked and kicked wildly, proclaiming, “Lemme go! I’m gonna kill you, lemme go! Stop it!”
The Administrator tried to get a good grip on Olivia while remaining calm, but she let out a shout when Olivia bit her wrist. “Ow! You little—” she turned over her shoulder and called, “Miss Pauling!”
Miss Pauling ran in, pausing at the scene in front of her with a mildly panicked look on her face. “Helen, what do you need me to do?”
“Help me with her!” Helen demanded, and Miss Pauling went right to her aid, grabbing the little girl and restraining her.
Eventually, they managed to maneuver her down the staircase and into the rest of the house, where the reality of the situation began to really sink in.
There were strange men in the house, all going through her and her father’s things and talking amongst themselves. She knew them, too: they were the mercenaries, the one her father had been working against. Belicia was arguing with another woman, and though nothing had gotten physical, it looked as though the two were about to kill each other.
“You aren’t supposed to be here!” Belicia kept insisting, waving her hands wildly.
“We are here, and we do not care!” the other woman snapped back at her. “We will break your neck, you keep on yelling!”
“Zhanna, don’t break the maid’s neck!” Miss Pauling chided, opening the front door before turning her attention back to the Administrator. “Where should we put her?”
“Put her in the van,” Helen replied simply. “She’s going back with us, after all,”
“I’m not!” Olivia swung her arms, trying to free herself. “I am not going anywhere, lemme go! This is my house!”
The mercenaries noticed Olivia’s yelling, and after a moment one of them stepped forward.
“I will take her to van,” he offered. “You do not have to,”
Miss Pauling swept some hair away from her eyes, looking up. “Oh, Heavy. Will you?”
Heavy nodded, taking Olivia from the two women and lifting her as though she weighed nothing. “You take care of this, I will watch her,”
“Be careful,” the Administrator warned. “We need her in one piece,”
Heavy cast her a look. “I have sisters, I know children,”
He hoisted Olivia upon his shoulder, opening the door and taking her to the van outside, despite her thrashing and protests. When he set her down in the backseat and sat beside her, she began violently punching his arm and yelling some more.
“This is my company! This my house, you can’t do this!” she screamed at him, punching and kicking his bicep, which was nearly the same size as her. “I hate you! I hate all of you! I hate you!”
Heavy didn’t seem to react to her attacks, and he just watched her in silence, waiting for her to eventually run out of energy. Once she stopped mauling his arm to catch her breath, he said simply, “You have right to be angry, but please stop,”
Olivia panted, her small hands shaking. She slowly sat down, and a cold, dark feeling swept over her and filled her chest.
“…daddy is dead,” she realized, and her lower lip quivered.
“I know,” Heavy replied, moving closer. “I am sorry,”
Olivia sniffled, before she covered her face and began to sob. She hated crying; her father always scolded her horribly if she ever did. But now he wasn’t going to be around to do that…
Heavy sighed, putting his arm around Olivia. “You can cry, it is okay. Sometimes it helps,”
She hated him, and she hated everyone who just went into her house like it didn’t even matter. But she still buried her face into his side and wept bitterly, her hands curled back into fists as she mourned the loss of her father and the loss of the life she’d been promised.
What she didn’t know at the time, however, was that her real life was only beginning.