Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Olivia’s POV

Friday morning, I got a call from the garage. My car was ready.

After I picked it up, I remembered something. The jacket. I had promised to dry clean it and mail it back. But now it wasn’t with me anymore, thanks to `Ethan who threw it away from the window. I was planning to give him something similar to that jacket now.

I sat in the car, holding my phone for a second. Then I called Mike.

“Hi, Mike. This is Olivia speaking. The car’s fixed. I’ll send over the bill in a bit.”

He said okay, and we hung up.

I sent him the repair list and the amount. Then I sent another message: “Also, can I get your boss’s height and mea- surements? I want to return the jacket with matching pants. It came from a set, right?”

No reply.

Maybe he needed to check.

I didn’t overthink it. I had errands.

As I turned into the next intersection, my phone rang again. Finance manager.

“Ms. Olivia, do you have a minute? There are some numbers I need you to check.”

I turned around and headed to the office.

The moment I walked into the project department, my team surrounded me.

“Ma’am, are you okay now?”

“We heard about the accident. That guy in the Maybach didn’t hurt you, right?”

I smiled faintly. “No. It’s fine. All fixed.”

I didn’t tell them I was leaving. I felt guilty. They’d be handed to a new boss soon. Someone who didn’t know how we did things and they would have to adjust to this new boss, again.

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After talking to finance, I stayed in my office. Emails. Approvals. Budget sheets. I barely lifted my head until it was

afternoon.

Around 4:30, I opened a blank document and typed up my resignation letter. Printed it. Folded it.

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As I stood to stretch, I decided to get water. My head was buzzing a little from staring at the screen too long.

At the pantry, I heard voices.

“Did you hear? Someone from secretariat said Chole Windsor started today.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Alpha Ethan arranged it. She’s working in his office now.”

“Wait, are the Hawthorne and Windsor packs merging?”

“Don’t forget, Ms. Melton’s still dating Mr. Harrison.”

“What about Olivia then?”

Silence.

1 froze outside the doorway, my glass still empty.

Then the whispers came again.

“She’s been with him for years. Still, he brings someone else in.”

“Chole’s shameless.”

“Yeah. But, Ethan’s cold too.”

“And Olivia? Poor thing.”

I turned and walked back, holding my empty glass like I’d forgotten what I came for.

In my office, I sat down, leaning on the chair, and let those whispers spiral I had just heard. Ethan had brought Chole into the office, officially now. There was no way people were going to calm their thoughts. Nobody would.

I just knew at this point that I must leave this place as soon as possible. The more I stay here, the more I fall prey to these thoughts.

I grabbed the letter and headed upstairs. Every step felt louder than usual.

Reed saw me and rushed over.

I nodded. “Great. I’ll leave you two to your meeting, then.”

I turned to walk out.

But just as I reached the doorway, Chole’s voice shrieked behind me.

“You should’ve done it long ago. Ethan doesn’t love you anymore-he loves me. We’ve spent plenty of nights-”

“Enough!” Ethan snapped.

I turned around.

“No, let her speak,” I said, walking back inside. “I want to hear exactly how shameless the Windsor pack’s daughter

can be.”

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I faced Chole. “Do you know what kind of woman destroys a relationship like this? You. The desperate kind.”

I pointed to the door. “The fact that I could walk in like that? That’s proof. Proof of what the two of you really are.”

Chole lunged at me.

I didn’t move back. My hand flew without a second thought-smack.

Yve purred inside me. Good one.

Chole screamed and tried to claw at me again, but I grabbed the edge of her robe and yanked. She gasped as the fabric tore loose. I pushed her head down and slammed her to the floor.

She shrieked, struggling under me.

Then, someone grabbed me from behind and yanked me back hard.

I lost my footing.

My lower back slammed against the sharp corner of the table.

A jolt of pain shot through me.