[Olivia]:
"Oh, my God, Olivia! You look like shit!"

I let my purse drop to my desk and I flopped into my seat, closing my eyes as I ignored Violet, my work friend. I was too tired to talk and far too drunk to even hear her out.
I'd taken a month off work so I could get away from work while healing from this heartbreak. No, it was worse than a heartbreak. My heart had been literally pulled out of my chest, smashed with heavy duty boots and shoved back into my chest. That was exactly how I'd felt when I caught Jason in a threesome with my best friend and his best friend.
Bisexual? Who could have believed my husband who only sang the praises of women was bisexual. Hell, I wasn't an homophobe. I believe everyone has a right to love no matter the gender but when you are betrayed by someone you not only love but cherish, it can be really hard to get over it. Now, imagine you walk into your bisexual husband having intercourse two people who are your friends. Horrible, right?
The divorce had gone smoothly as Jason wanted out too. He didn't want to be with a messed up woman like me and believed that dying was the only way for me to get out of my misery.
Oh, my life is so interesting.
"Olivia?"

My eyes flew open and I sat up properly, trying hard not to look like a miserable piece of shit as my boss walked in. He had a frown on his face as he gave me a once over.
"Is something the problem?" He finally asked.
Shaking my head, I pushed to my feet. "Not at all, Sir."
"So why have you resumed work looking like this?" He snarled in anger. "You look like you have a hangover, your eyes are red, you have eye bags and hell, you look unkempt! I didn't give you a month's leave for nothing. You aren't the only one who has gone through a divorce in this company! So why do you look like this?!"

The first sob came out unexpectedly and I concealed it with a cough. "I am really sorry, Mr Reynolds. I-" my words died in my throat. "This will never repeat itself again."
"It better not." He glared at me. "Because we have big clients today and you will be the one handling their photography session."
With those words, he walked out of my office. I immediately turned to Violet who had a wistful look on her face.
"I am really sorry, Olivia. Mr Reynolds is a really shitty man. He doesn't understand because his wife died when he was young."
"A photography session?" I asked, not even wanting to talk about myself today of all days.
Her eyes lit up immediately and she nodded her head, clapping her hands in excitement. "Guess who we are shooting today?"
"Humor me, Violet. I don't have the strength to guess."
"The Tycoon Gods."
I burst into a loud laughter, shocking Violet. "The Tycoon Gods? How the hell were we able to get the four richest business tycoons in the country to shoot at our company of all places?"
She squealed. "I have to admit it was luck. I am going to meet them in person! They are literally unreal. Like they are gods walking this earth filled with peasants, literal Greek gods! The company is going to be boiling with hormones by the time they arrive!"
I gave her a look, noticing she was wearing a rather provocative dress today. Tilting my head to the side and rather unimpressed because all men are scumbags, I asked her. "Violet, why are you wearing a halter dress? You're usually always wearing a suit."
She winked at me before making her way out of my door. "Shoot's in three hours!"
    *****
By the time three hours had elapsed, I was at least looking like a human. I'd avoided almost all of my colleagues as I didn't want to be asked questions in relation to my divorce. It wasn't not a topic to generate pity or sympathy. No one knew why the marriage ended and I wanted to leave it that way.
I now lived in a new apartment downtown, very close to the office which was an added bonus. It was a far cry from the mansion I used to live in with Jason who had now moved in with Trenton.
Everyday, I zone out for a minute, letting the catatonia take over. Pregnancy at this time didn't even help matters because I had to hide it from my boss. If he ever finds out that I am pregnant, he would have me fired instantly so no one has to know.
Not even Jason.
The Tycoon Gods were to be here at any minute and we had several backdrops ready on all corners of the room. I'd supervised the fashion designer and lighting manager on how to balance the background with the clothes they were to be wearing.
As for Violet and the other women around, they had all gone to the restrooms to touch up their makeup.
"They're here!" Someone called out from the door. I didn't turn along with the others, nor did I whisper in delight. Men for one weren't to be trusted or fawned over as they were beasts. Besides, I'd washed my hands off anything concerning love after my divorce with Jason. The experience was too traumatic for me to fall in love again. Besides, my heart is in pieces.
Once I was done checking the painting out, I decided to welcome our guests and just as I turned, I was met with Violet's exact description from this morning— four gods walking the earth filled with peasants...like me.
They had filled the whole room, engulfing it in expensive perfumes and colognes. The air smelled of money and fame.
This was my first time seeing them all as they were celebrities so I knew how much aura and charisma they exuded.
But one of them caught my eye. He wasn't smiling like the others. Infact, he was frowning down at his phone like he didn't want to be here. I knew I had to speak to one of them and decided that he was the one.
He was just like me. Apathetic to humans.
I took him in. He was about six foot five, jet black hair, a pair of eyes I couldn't tell were blue or green or grey. Just brooding. His jaw was perfectly chiselled and clean-shaven. Hell, it made him look really appealing. His suit was pressed neatly and they definitely cost my yearly income. He kept tapping one foot on the ground and I could tell that he was impatient and wanted to get out of here.
"Hello," I stopped before him, realising that I barely reached his shoulder. "You must be Stefan, I presume? Stefan Volkov of Stefano Conglomerate?"
He snapped his head to look at me and when I saw that his eyes were a shocking gunmetal grey, I felt my whole body melt to the ground.
    Get a grip, Olivia!
"And who are you? The cleaner?" He replied in a rude manner.
The room went silent. I was embarrassed to the core. I looked at myself through the glass and saw that he wasn't wrong. I had a pair of slackened jeans on, a top that could barely pass for new and a pair of runner shoes that had seen its better days.
But did he have to be this rude? Did he have to say this to me?
Holding back my tears I could already feel threatening to fall, I spoke. "I am the leader of this team. I will be taking care of everything to make sure this session turns out wonderful."
He snorted. "Indeed." Then he turned to a man standing by the door, dressed in a suit. "Where the fuck is Reynold?"
"Stefan," One of his friends, Hermes, hissed at him. "Get a grip and don't do something nasty."
"There is an already nasty looking woman standing before me." He snapped, looking at me with utter disdain, like I did not belong here. "And I don't want her in here."
My boss rushed in, looking like he was standing before Kings. He was smiling but as soon as he saw how angry Stefan looked, it died off immediately.
"Who the hell is this lady?" Stefan pointed to me and a tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it off immediately whilst still retaining my smile. "Is she the cleaner or janitor?"
"Uh, she's our senior photographer. Olivia Spencer."
Stefan scoffed. "I don't give a care in the world. If I don't have someone else who doesn't look like her to take over, then I am leaving and never returning."
Mr Reynolds panicked. "Olivia, out!"
Nodding, I picked my camera and clipboard before rushing out of the office and as soon as I was locked in one of the cubicles, I burst into tears, crumpling to the ground.
My phone chimed with a message in the process and I picked it up to see it was a text from Jason. Of course, his number was already deleted but it was still there in my brain. I tapped the message open.
Hey, Olivia! Trust you're doing well? I am sending this text to inform you of my marriage to Trenton. It's in a month and I would love for you to come!
"Can this day get any worse?!" I screamed out loud.