Six

Truthfully, she could actually see how much Cedric wanted her to wait —he called her by name, which was something. Then again, he did what he did.

Olivia calmed her nerves enough so she wouldn't snap at the first person she decided to have a conversation with. She managed not to smash her phone to smithereens too, and that spoke something of her nonexistent patience.

She would definitely be able to keep herself in check for a little longer.

'We're here for work. We're here for business.'

She kept on chanting the words in her mind and went back to the receptionist. When she saw Olivia walking towards her, she immediately excused herself for a moment. "Is there anything I can do to help you Madam?"

Olivia nodded. "Do you have anything I can use to leave a note?"

The girl quickly searched for a piece of paper and pen before handing it to her. Olivia took it and scrawled down her message before handing it back to the girl. "Give that to Cedric Faust."

The girl nodded eagerly.

Olivia gave her a small smile and turned to leave the hall entrance, but then remembered the condition the main entrance was in and sighed. Deciding that it was not worth the effort, she turned towards the elevator and disappeared behind the doors.

All the while the receptionist girl was aiding Olivia, the guests in line all watched in annoyance and amused awe mixed. When she finally noticed that what she did was really rude for the other guests, she couldn't express enough apology to them.

Although, strangely enough, none seemed to be angry at her.

Not even five minutes after Olivia left, Cedric marched to the greeting counter briskly. He doubted Olivia would still be there but he needed to hold on to the small chances. When he reached there, he faced his fear; Olivia was nowhere to be seen.

"Mr Faust?"

Cedric turned to the voice and saw the receptionist looking expectantly at him. "A note was left for you."

"By who?" He asked even though he knew.

The girl looked stricken. She did all that she did and yet didn't know the beautiful lady's name.

Cedric sighed, took the paper and said his thanks.

He moved away from the counter while reading the notes in Olivia's neat handwriting.

'You reap what you sow. Send my regards to your partner. Love, O'

Cedric groaned. He needed to set things straight, or he would be face to face with his personal nightmare. He turned to the receptionist. "Do you know where she went?"

She pointed to the elevator and said nothing else. Cedric nodded and said his thanks before stalking off the desk.

'Great! She went up and I have no freaking way of contacting her.'

After his accidental hang up, Olivia hadn't pick up any of his call. He could only imagine what that implied. His walk back into the hall was accompanied by endless creative words in mind.

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Olivia was taking her sweet time enjoying all the drinks the bar has to provide her. She already notified Carlos that she would be quite late because of something unpredicted.

"Unpredicted my ass," she snorted silently.

After that she simply watched as her phone kept on vibrating on the counter. Carlos's name came up every once in a while and the rest was from Cedric, which she gleefully ignore.

She held her cocktail glass and watched as its content swirled smoothly. She hadn't had the luxury to sit and drink to her heart content in a long while. And Carlos might chew her head off if he could when he knew the extent of what she had had.

The thought made her giggled. The drinks were doing its job properly on putting her in a pleasant mood.

"Mister, another glass please."

"Coming up shortly, Ma'am."

She watched as the bartender worked his way through the many mix and presented her with another glass of a different drink. "What's the name of this?"

"Sweetly Red," The man said with a polite smile.

Olivia eyed the drinks and complimented the looks and name, wondering if it might've come from the color of the drink itself.

She decided to try it, like the many other glass she had went through with for the half hour she was there. All of them had been great, much to her satisfaction.

Despite the angry and very wild appearance the drink had, the taste was surprisingly mellow. It was stronger than the previous drinks but certainly it was lighter on her tongue and much more mellowed in taste.

It certainly matched its name in a sense.

"This is great, Mister," she complimented. "Is this drink one of your originals?"

"It was something inspired by you, ma'am."

Olivia laughed. Probably the drinks loosening her mouth but she was in a good mood.

A very good mood.

"I'm honored. So what about the name then?"

"That is something I'd prefer to keep to myself, Ma'am."

They kept the conversation going on a light note. The bar was empty aside from the two of them which gave them the leisure to do so. She had another glass of the drink before she had the bartender mixed her another type.

The bartender was secretly amazed. He had never met someone who could drink all his signature glasses and more without passing out, or the very least, drunk.

And there at the counter, sat a breathtakingly beautiful lady that seemed to barely be tipsy. "Do you have a request to add?"

"Anything that works with some gin. I can still hold my ground so don't hold back," Olivia answered with a grin.

The bartender smiled. A small part of him was getting slightly worried with her consumption but he wouldn't deny that he was also enjoying it. He presented her another glass shortly after, and was looking forward to her reaction. Especially when he saw her eyes looking excited and pleased with her drinks.

This time, it was a glass of varying shades of blue with a bubbly white appearance on top.

"What's this?" Olivia eyed it with clear interest.

"Glacier."

All her drinks from before was in small amount, unlike the one she was just given. It look especially elegant in a tall, slim champagne glass.

She tried a sip and was immediately in love with it. "I don't think I can have my drinks elsewhere after this."

"The pleasure is all mine," the bartender responded with polite bow.

Olivia laughed mirthfully. It sure had been very long since she last enjoyed her drinks while conversing freely, and having fun while doing so.

"This is heaven," she sighed blissfully.

Out of the blue, a voice of a stranger commented appreciatively behind her. "Then that makes you an angel at home."