Olivia hated the common people. They were smelly, disgusting, and they looked as if they had dressed in the dark. She avoided being around them at all costs if she could help it, but some days, like that very day, she had no choice but to deal with them. All three drivers at her disposal were busy elsewhere, and Olivia didn't have the patience to wait for something so common as a bus. It was with a sigh that she realised she was going to have to rely on a taxi, and pulled out her up-to-date smart phone out of her Lois Vuitton bag, searching through the apps to find the one that would locate the nearest taxi rank for her.
Eyes so intensely focused on the screen, she didn't notice the scruffy young man until she had collided hard with him, almost knocking her Chanel sunglasses from where they were perched on the top of her head. Olivia gasped in disgust as she recoiled back, glaring at the young man as if he were no better than something underneath her expensive high heel shoe. "Watch where you're going, you disgusting creature!" Olivia snapped as she brushed herself down, "How dare you? I bet you were just trying to cop a feel of me, weren't you?!" With that she marched past the young man, who followed her with intense blue eyes.
"You think that appearances matter," he murmured, brushing back the lank curls of dark hair that fell over his blazing azure eyes, watching Olivia's slender, retreating form, "You'll see yourself thin even though you grow fatter."
The strange feeling hit Olivia as she clambered delicately into the taxi cab, having pushed her way to the front of the queue with a flash of cash. She sank back against the cheap leather seat, holding a manicured hand to her flat stomach. She had felt something that felt like a gurgle, along with a faint pushing sensation. Shaking her head of long blond hair, Olivia sat back, and watched out of the taxi window as they finally pulled away from the rank. She swore she could see a dark haired stranger staring at her intently from the irritated queue, but he was gone the moment she tried to focus more clearly on him.
Putting him to the back of her mind, Olivia pulled out her compact from her purse, and began checking her make up critically. The foundation was still perfect, a pot of which came close to being someone's average salary for an entire month, and her eyeliner and mascara was absolute perfection. Olivia really was an unfairly pretty girl, with almond shaped green eyes and lightly tanned skin, complete with long honey blond hair that tumbled over her shoulders in perfect curls. Her figure was perfect, slender with just a slight flare to her hips, and long legs that she liked to show off whenever she could. Many people commented that Olivia's good looks were a complete contrast to the spoilt brat she was inside, but were wise enough to do so behind their hands.
On reaching the grand mansion that she had grown up calling home, Olivia stepped delicately out of the cab, thrusting a handful of bills at the startled driver, who took them quickly before driving off. She walked up to the main entrance, not even giving the doorman a second glance as she stepped inside, despite him bowing very low to her in respect. Olivia's heels clicked on the expensive mirrored hallway, and she shrugged off her expensive coat, tossing it aside to one of the maids who had come hurrying up to help their young mistress.
It was then that Olivia's stomach let out a faint growl of hunger, and the young woman looked down in irritation. "I want something to eat," she demanded to the young maid, a pretty Japanese girl called Yumi, who looked adorable in the French maid outfit, "I want it bought up to my room." With that Olivia clacked away, her smart phone already back out and held up to her ear as she made a call to one of her many friends. Yumi bowed in response, before moving to hang Olivia's coat up in the closet that housed all of her coats, a good hundred of them the last time she had bothered to count, then making her way to the kitchens.
"Excuse me, Tony-san?" Yumi bowed her head to the young cook on duty, while she spoke English fluently, she had a habit of slipping Japanese words and phrases into her speech, "Olivia-sama wishes for something to eat." Tony turned around from where he had been chopping onions, pulling a mock face at the order, Yumi had to mask a giggle. Tony was young, dark haired, handsome and cheeky with it. He made his feelings about Olivia clear, and wouldn't pander to her every need. It was somewhat of a miracle that he still worked there after so many years, it was a given that his good looks had led to him being allowed to stay; Olivia had gotten it into her head that he fancied her.
"I bet she does," Tony remarked with a good natured grin, and a roll of his eyes, "I'll fix her something, Yumi. And what did I tell you about calling me -san all the time?" he added teasingly, moving away to pull various ingredients out of one of the cupboards. Tony had grown up to a fairly average family, and it showed from how hard he worked. He was in his early twenties, and while he eventually wanted to open his own restaurant, the giant pay cheque he was receiving each month was more than enough to make him stay for the time being. That, and a certain Japanese maid he had become quite fond of.
It was just twenty minutes later that Yumi bought Olivia a dish of delicious fish and pasta, displayed as artfully as if it had been going out in a five star restaurant. Olivia waited for Yumi to place the tray over her lap, before taking a bite of the dish. It was actually delicious, Olivia took a second forkful, led back on her four poster bed as she watched the wide screen television hung up on the wall. She made no sign that she had even realised Yumi was there, and the Japanese maid bowed politely to her, before taking her leave.
"Wait," Olivia demanded, and Yumi turned around, her expression meek and eager to help; just how Olivia liked it, "I want more," she added, already halfway through the dish, "I'm hungry. Tell Tony to do it for me," Olivia added, fluttering her eyelashes with a faint smirk that suggested he was just that into her, "I'm sure he will." Yumi forced herself to bow, before leaving the room again. Olivia smirked, before leaning back against the bed to continue eating. She knew Yumi liked the cook, it was just so much fun to torment her that he clearly liked Olivia better.
Though she wasn't quite sure how she did it, Olivia managed to pack away just over twenty dishes of food that night. Tony had lost his sarcastic and good natured edge, and was close to exhaustion when Yumi returned downstairs with Olivia's empty dishes. "You cannot," Tony began dramatically, holding a hand to his forehead, "You cannot tell me that she's still hungry." Yumi gave an almost frightened giggle as she set the plates down, before shaking her head.
"Olivia-sama is asleep," Yumi explained softly, "She ate too much." Tony looked relived to hear that, setting about cleaning up the kitchen for the final time that night. While it wasn't technically a part of her job description, Yumi pitched in as well, helping to brush the floor free of debris so that Tony could mop over it afterwards.
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