Chapter 5

Chapter Rating: G, but it's cute I promise.

The phone rang at 6:30 a.m. The cordless receiver then landed somewhere in the middle of the room. It may or may not have hit a wall in the process. The time difference. The late night preparations. The fact that the majority of the day had been spent dodging murder attempts in the forms of icy stares. When placed all together the blender of her brain, it could have explained why Olivia was already so tense, even before her feet hit the floor.

The phone rang again.

You still work?! Noting to throw it harder next time, she got out of the comfort of the bed and went over to pick up the dejected receiver.

"I'M UP!" Olivia hollered.

"Okay, so now that Tokyo knows..." came the voice on the other end.

"Natalia?" To say that Olivia was 'surprised' would have greatly understated things a bit.

"G'MORNIN' SUNSHINE!" Natalia yelled into her end, knowing the high volume would temporarily jar the blonde's already fragile brain.

Olivia tried, but failed to pull the phone away from her ear in time. The shrill voice causing her eyes to clamp shut and her teeth to clench.

"What. The Hell. Do you want?"

"Ohhh, just calling tooo... wish you good luck with your bid to ruin my life?" Natalia chimed cheerfully.

"Nice try."

"No? ... Dripped with too much sarcasm, didn't it?"

"Natalia!"

"Jeeze, Grumpy... I am calling to let you know that your eight o'clock has been rescheduled until 4 p.m. The other hotel owners that are vying for my Soul have not made it to LA."

"So you're my Personal Assistant now?"

"HA! You wish!"

{Silence}

"Jacques is on a conference with the Bellerives, and Father is trying to follow along without a translator. That left me."

"Good times... Meet me for breakfast."

{More silence}

"I'm sorry, was that a demand? Or a question? ... Sounded like a demand..."

{Sigh}

"Meet me for breakfast, please."

"Ahhh, a polite command... No."

"Pretty please..."

"Nuh uh."

"Pretty please with a yummy Bell-hop on top?"

{Laughter}

"NO, Ms. Spencer!"

"Why not?"

"Why bother?"

"Because I am a masochist?"

{A little less silence then the second time}

"Intriguing... answer is still no?"

"Didn't your father ask you to show me a good time last night?"

{Gasp}

"Blackmail!"

"I'm a cold-hearted bitch, it’s what we do."

{Last bout of silence}

"Tell you what... If you can find me, you can 'breakfast' me."

{snicker}

"Deal!"