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If anyone knew about her life they would all think that she was lucky. Lucky to be born into an affluent family and never having to work a day in her life. It was true; in all of her thirty years of existence Olivia Pope had never held a job. The most she'd done was voluntary work for various charities during her college years and hosted parties for her father after her mother no longer was available to do so. She'd died five years ago in a car accident and ever since then, Olivia had taken on the role of hostess. All of her life she was well taken cared of, materialistically that was. She'd never want for anything. The best and most expensive clothes, cars, jewelry, technology, etc. was all hers for the taken. People asked why doesn't she create a life of her own? But, how can she when her father was the biggest drug cartel in the western world? Eli Pope was a powerful man, so powerful that his name reduced grown men into a puddle of fear. He controlled her very existence and there wasn't much she could do about it. But, today she was going to change that. She was going to take back control of her life. At first she thought of killing herself, effectively ending her imprisonment but thought better of it.

Olivia got up early that morning and got dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, black high-heeled ankle boots and a simple white button down shirt. She pulled her long wavy Brazilian curls into a high bun and applied light makeup that comprised of bronzer, lip-gloss and mascara. When she was finished dressing, she made her way down to the expansive dining room where her father would be expecting her. Every day they ate breakfast and dinner together. They didn't often share lunch because that was when Eli did most of his business meetings, and Olivia was most times out with her friends. If it weren't for her two best friends, Abigail and Harrison she wouldn't be able to survive this. The two of them were her normal, the reason she still had her sanity.

"Father," Olivia greeted the older apathetic black man in an even tone.

"Olivia," he returned emotionless.

She took her seat and accepted the hot water being poured into her teacup with a genuine smile at one of their many housekeepers, much to her father's dismay. He despised her being friendly with the "common folks."

"What's your plan for the day?" Eli asked, raising his teacup to his mouth after stirring in two sugars.

Olivia shrugged her shoulders, hating the fact that she was thirty years old and had to provide her father with her daily itinerary. It was a gross invasion of privacy and she desperately wanted it to end.

"I don't know. Maybe some shopping with, Abby," she spoke nonchalantly.

"And what about the boy? Harrison, is it? Isn't he going to come with you two? I'm sure he's quite an expert on all things fashion, considering his sexuality," Eli snickered.

Olivia fought the urge to roll her eyes at her father's homophobic jab, sparing herself the long lecture she would endure. It was no secret that her father despised Harrison, simply because of his sexual orientation. And it hurt every time he said something insulting about him. But, who was she to stand up against her father? She'd seen her mother did it once and got slapped in the face for her defiance. So, Olivia avoided doing anything that would provoke him. She kept her head straight and eyes from wandering, least she found something that didn't concern her and was penalized for it. She stayed in her lane and dare not stray out of it.

"Dad…" Olivia began in an even and concise tone. "Harrison, will not be accompanying us."

Ignoring her comment, he asked, "How much money do you need for your excursion?"

This was another thing Olivia hated, having to depend on him for her livelihood. She was completely dependent on him for money, shelter, clothes and food.

"I'll be fine. I'll just use my credit card," she answered, finally taking a sip of her tea; the warmth spreading allover her insides.

"Ok. I'll be busy all day. I have a very important meeting today that should take up quite a bit of my time. If you need me, call my private number. Ok?"

"Yes, father."

And that was the last words spoken between them as they ate their breakfast of bacon, fruits, croissants and sunny side up eggs. Olivia hated sunny side up eggs but her father insisted that she eat it that way, so she did. She did whatever he liked. However, today, that was all going to end…

Fitz felt rested sitting in the back of a dark SUV, as he was being driven to a business meeting. He'd slept on his jet for the entire flight from Miami, Florida to San Francisco, California. His body was grateful for the small reprieve since he was so busy the past couple of days that he hardly had time to rest. He had several ships coming into his shipyard and had to ensure that everything ran smoothly. Luckily, it did.

Before getting off the plane he'd taken a shower and gotten dressed in a pair of black jeans, baby blue shirt and a black fitted blazer. His curls were slicked back with pomade to give him his signature look of modern imperial. His style was effortless and was embodied with great confidence. He was a confident man, standing at a full 6'2".

When the mansion came into viewing Fitz had to shake his head, and immediately thought, a man with insecurities always had to go the extra mile to show everyone he had something to prove, compared to a self-assured man. Fitz was a self-assured man. He was rich, very rich… but no one needed it know that.

As the SUV pulled up to the gates, his driver spoke into the speaker to grant them access and shortly after the gate was opened. The closer they got to the mansion the more Fitz' disparagement grew. A minute later the SUV drove around the circular driveway and stopped a few feet in front of the front door.

"Do you need me inside, Boss?" The driver asked, putting the SUV into park.

"No, Charlie, you stay outside for cover. I'll take care of things inside."

"Roger that," Charlie said.

Fitz nodded and opened his own door before swinging his long legs out of it. He grabbed ahold of the briefcase on the seat next to him and closed the SUV door behind him.

He began walking towards the front door and when he was close to it, the garage door opened and an Audi sports car drove out of it along with a black SUV that mimicked his. Before he could wonder who that was, the front door swung wide open.

Collecting his thoughts, Fitz focused on the man before him, standing in the doorway. He walked directly up to him, proffering his right hand and said, "Rowan Pope," it's been a long time."

"Likewise, Fitzgerald. Come in," Rowan returned after shaking Fitz' hand.

Olivia noticed on her way out that her father's appointment had arrived, but that wasn't any of her business so she didn't dwell on it. Her sole focus was to find a way to ditch her security team and the tracked sports car she drove. Luckily, she was getting help from a very special friend she'd accidentally stumbled into on the dirty streets of San Francisco. She was completely placing her trust into a stranger that she'd befriended and fed on numerous occasions. Something about his sad eyes led her to trust him. Slowly and surely their friendship formed and he'd revealed to her that he was ex CIA. When she heard that she decided to risk everything and make a proposition with him, that if he could safely get her away from her father and a new identity she would pay him a $100,000. Today she would know if his words had any merits.

Thirty minutes later, she pulled up to an old rundown gas station on the outer skirts of town and climbed out of her car. She ignored the befuddled expression of her secret guards, Dumb and Dumber as she mentally called them. She didn't offer them any explanations when they exited their vehicle and was walking over to her. They were most likely wondering why she needed to stop for gas when they were the ones responsible for filling her tank, which was always full at her father's request. Without an explanation, she turned away from them and walked into the gas station. The first thing Olivia did was grab a ball cap, the souvenir type that was sold at gas stations and put it on her head, and then walked directly to the women's bathroom.

"Good, you made it. Let's do this," was the first thing she heard when she closed the door to the bathroom. Turning around, she found Huck with a young African American woman with a similar body stature to hers staring back at her, and to her surprise Huck had cleaned up pretty well.

"I'm here. What do I need to do?" Olivia asked, anxious to get over with this.

"Take off all your clothes and jewelry and give it to, Kimberly here. She's going to drive your car to Los Angeles. That'll give you plenty of time to head across the country untraced."

"But, do you know what they'll do to her if they find out she's not me?"

"That's the thing, they'll never find out. Kimberly, is a professional stuntwoman and she's going to drive your car off a bridge to fake your death."

Olivia nodded her consent, liking his plan very much and began unbuttoning her shirt. She wanted an escape so badly that anything at this point sounded heavenly.

Olivia gratefully exchanged clothes, minus undergarments with Kimberly, and in the process felt a smidgen of freedom.

"So, Rowan, when were you planning on repaying me?" Fitz asked. The two men were meeting privately in his study, and because of the sensitive nature of the meeting Rowan declined any of his bodyguard to be let in with him.

"Fitz, I was going to pay you with the new shipment that landed but something came up and I'll need some extra time to pay."

Fitz chuckled humorless, leaning back further in his chair. He sat opposite Rowan who was sitting behind his oversize mahogany oak desk.

"Tell me something, mmm?" Fitz tapped his tapered index fingers on the top of his lip. "Tell me how a powerful man like yourself do not have $500 million dollars to pay the man who has been transporting your drugs for nearly a decade?"

Rowan cleared his throat and said, "I do have the money but a lot of it is tied up in investments. I asked you before if you're willing to take a $100 million now, but you want it all and I don't have it all to give you.

Fitz shook his head in disapproval. "The sad thing is, you kill men for shorting you of thousands of dollars, so what do you think I should do to you, Rowan? Mmm? After all you owe me millions? What. Should. I. Do. To. You?" He asked slowly, enunciating each word.

Rowan cleared his throat again and said, "Give me some time." He practically begged.

"I'm afraid your time is up," Fitz replied, swiftly pulling out a handgun from the inside of his jacket.

**BANG**

One Year Later

Twelve months had passed and Olivia still couldn't believe that she was free; sometimes to the point that she didn't know what to do. Up until eight months ago she lived constantly watching over her shoulder. However, that all ended when she found out that her father's decomposed body was found in a junkyard. Apparently, no one had reported him missing and they'd only found out it was he based off of his DNA in the police's database.

It hurt her all of five minutes that he was dead, and instead of wallowing in grief she felt relief. Relieved that his controlling ways could no longer dictate her life. For the first time in her life she was truly free. She no longer had to use an alias she could finally use her real name and not worry that he would find her.

These days' things were much simpler in her life. She had a job as a restaurant hostess and lived in a studio apartment. It was a drastic change from what she was used to but she preferred it so much more. She was able to come and go as she pleased and was able to work and earn her own money, albeit it wasn't much. After paying Huck the money she'd promised she only had $20,000 in cash that she brought with her since she couldn't use any of the credit cards anymore. With that money she was able to buy a 2004 Honda Accord, made a deposit on the apartment, buy basic clothes, food, a new cellphone and have $8,000 to spare in case of a rainy day.

Out of all of the cities she could choose to live in, she chose Miami, Florida. After growing up all of her life in the golden state, she was used to the hot temperature and wanted to be somewhere that didn't get too cold. Besides, she loved the beach and wanted to live somewhere where she can frequently visit it. Since moving to Miami she didn't make much friends, only a girl by the name of Quinn who was her neighbor and coworker. She was the one who got Olivia the job at a five star restaurant, which she wouldn't have landed on her own due to her lack of job experience, but Quinn encouraged her to focus on all of the practical things she did that was comparable to a hostess/server and she did. She started off as a server and after seven months of working there was promoted to a hostess. She got along great with her managers and coworkers, they all saw how much effort she puts into her job. Doing it with pride and attentiveness, because the opportunity to work meant a lot to her, a whole lot.

It was a Friday afternoon and Olivia had started her shift at 4:30 PM. She was working the late shift that week. She greeted everyone before occupying her position at the frontier of the restaurant.

During the midway point of her shift she saw a tall handsome man approaching her. Since it wasn't busy, she took her time taking him in. He had kind blue eyes and his lips were etched into a smirk. His stature exuded power and confidence which each stride he took. Something about the way he carried himself in fitted blue jeans and black button up shirt left her mouth dry. It probably had to do with the way his muscular forearms were exposed by the rolled up sleeves. All in all he was a fine piece of specimen. She had served many of tall handsome men before but he was none like the rest.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia smiled and said, "Welcome to Azul's, I'm Olivia, your hostess for the evening."

She watched as the man's face broke into a wide smile, causing a twinkle to appear in his cerulean blue eyes. The scent of his cologne was potent from the close proximity of his body.

"Hi Olivia," his deep baritone voice almost crooned.

Olivia almost squirmed under the sensual tone of his voice. Never in her life had she encountered a man with such a powerful and sexy voice in one.

Before she could muster up enough brainpower to ask if he had reservation he spoke again.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He gave her a cheeky grin and wink; somehow he'd managed to not make it creepy. She felt her heart quickening. Of course men flirted and asked her out on occasion but she always turned them down. She wasn't ready anytime soon to be in a relationship with anyone. This was her season to get to know herself. Who was Olivia Pope and what does she like? But, the handsome stranger was making her reconsider.

She blushed further under his appreciative gaze and mumbled, "Thank you." Clearing her throat, she asked in a distinct voice, "Do you have a reservation, Sir, or would you like to sit at the bar?"

"I'll take a seat at the bar, thank you."

"Ok," she acknowledged with a simple smile and grabbed one of the elegantly printed menus from its holder. "Follow me, please." On her way to the bar she swear she could feel his gaze on her derriere and other parts of her body, but didn't dare acknowledge it. When she got to the bar she showed him a vacant barstool and handed him the menu. In the transition process of passing the menu to him their fingers grazed and it sent a spark through her body, which she also ignored.

"Hope you enjoy our service this evening." She turned away without a second glance and barely registered when his deep voice replied, "thank you."

Fitz accepted the single malt Balvenie double wood scotch from the bartender, swirled the brown liquid around the tumbler before drinking it in one gulp. He signaled for another one and the bartender was quick to deliver it. With the second tumbler, he took his time savoring the taste while briefly taking in his environment; it'd been a while since he was at the restaurant he had 50% of shares in. The other half belonged to some people he only came into contact when it was of absolute necessity.

His eyes however, kept landing on the goddess at the front. From where he was sitting he wasn't afforded a clear view of her but he appreciated the parts that he could see. Her flawless wavy jet black hair that fell a hairsbreadth above her shoulders, framing her mocha brown skin that lay beneath the immaculately fitted black and white pants suit – showcasing the round molds of her appetizing ass. She was the epitome of beauty… that was the conclusion he came to after their brief encounter. And he was going to make her, his. Where did that thought come from? He didn't know, but when he saw something he wants he goes after it. And make no mistake Fitzgerald Grant III always got what he wants.

But, for tonight, he appreciated her beauty from a distance as he ate an exquisitely prepared plate.

For the next month and a half the mysterious man, who she'd learned was named Fitz, visited the restaurant twice a week; and each time Olivia happened to be working. She wondered if it was coincidental or he planned it that way. With each encounter she found herself liking him. Sometimes when she wasn't busy he would stand by her post a little longer than he should, engaging in conversation. And if she was being honest with herself, she looked forward to his visits. Even though he'd flirted with her, unashamedly so, he'd never asked her out or anything like that which was ok with her, since she wasn't looking to be in a relationship.

At the end of her Wednesday shift, Olivia bid her colleagues a good night before heading to the parking lot. The employees' parking lot was dimly lit and deserted. On her way over to her car she saw a tall figure leaning against it. Immediately, her heart began pounding in her chest and reached inside of her handbag for her pepper spray.

The tall figure started ambling slowly towards her, halting her footsteps. With bated breath she observed the increasingly familiar figure. It was him… Although, she identified the mysterious figure she kept her guards up.

He stopped directly in front of her and said, "Hi, Olivia…"

AN: I had plan for this to be a one shot but I think I can stretch it for 3 chapters. Please review and let me know what you think. How do you see this turning out for our faves? I love writing a sketchy Fitz and I don't know why. LOL. I promise to update this soon because I already know what will happen next.

Until Next Time,

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