OLIVIA
I did not sleep well that night and by the next day, I had worked myself into a frenzy of rage and self pity.I was going to stay in bed and rot for today then I would get myself up and figure a way out of this mess.
A mess caused by the man who owned the house I was living in at the moment and who according to what I was sure I had heard yesterday was not granting me a fucking divorce.
The nerve on him, I muttered.
My phone trilled interrupting my furious muttering. I considered ignoring it but decided to get it when I realized whoever it was would not stop calling if I did not.
There was no callers ID which immediately put me on the defense. It could be a random person that had gotten my number from somewhere or a reporter calling to ask me what exactly I planned to do about everything happening with my family and if I was as involved with the mafia as my father.
I let it ring.
The next call that came through was from one of my father's lawyers.
