A tough spot

Olivia arrived at the precinct, and as she was brought to her holding cell, she walked past the cell where her father was being held. She jumped at the iron bars as she yelled out, "Dad!". Then her tone turned more sad and distressed as she said, "Daddy, why are you here?? Don't tell met they arrested you too?" Her father got up on his feet and rushed over to the other side of the bars as he showed the same level of concern for his one and only daughter. "Olivia! Why are you here??" He then turned his attention to the officer that was holding onto her handcuffs, as he was tasked to bring her to her cell. But before her father could say anything, the large man pulled on the handcuffs and told her to keep moving as he had no time for this. Olivia protested, as did her father, saying,

"But he is my father!"

"But she is my daughter!"

"I need to know why you have brought her-"

"-him" "-in!"

However, the officer didn't seem to care one bit and just said, "The only person I have to let you talk to during your stay here, is your lawyer. I don't care about helping you catch up with your family and friends." as he kept pushing her to move forward. As they walked away, Olivia's father continued to shout after them in anger. "You insolent fool! Release my daughter immediately! How dare you bring her to such an undignified place like a precinct holding cell. She has done nothing wrong. If you harm even a single hair on her head, you will not hear the end of it!"

Olivia had now begun crying, and as she reached her cell, she heard from a distance, "Olivia, honey. Don't worry about me. Daddy got into some trouble, but I'll have us both out of here in no time." She was then pushed softly for a final time, as the officer put her in the cell and released her from her handcuffs. "There you go princess. A cell all by yourself. Consider it the royal treatment." He then walked away and locked the iron door behind him. As Olivia got a chance to look around the small quarters where she would be staying for the time being, including her scary neighbors, her current situation finally dawned on her. While the officer was making his way out of the area with the holding cells, Olivia ran towards the barred door and yelled out as she held onto the cold metal rods, "Wait! I want to talk to my father. I demand it! You can't do this. You can't keep me here like this."

When she heard the door fall shut, as the officer had left and could no longer hear her, she felt completely defeated. She slumped down as the iron bars slid through her hands, and she dropped herself onto the dirty floor in her delicate, expensive pink pajamas. She had never been in a situation like this in her life and she had never felt this helpless before. Even when Noah rejected her over and over again, without even being aware that he was doing so, she had not felt this way. It had only made her feel more motivated. But seeing her father looking so disheveled and being kept in the same miserable little cell like she was now in, she felt for the first time in her life, that things might not turn out alright.

Despite what her father had said, she knew they were in a tough spot. Because although she was certain the officers had no evidence yet, the evidence was certainly there. With Noah helping them in order to get Harold, she wouldn't be surprised if anything connecting the two of them would turn up. She had never thought that things would come to this. She never thought her plans would fail. Because of that, she had never put much effort into hiding, or better yet deleting, her handlings with Harold and his family. All they needed was one of his ledgers or her laptop and she was done for. They would both be done for.

Even after all that had happened, and all that she had done, Olivia still didn't think that Noah was involved with her arrest. She was convinced it had to do with the investigation of Harold. Unaware that it was the man she claimed she loved, and who she was convinced would someday love her back, that had been responsible for her and her father's arrest. That it had been him who had ensured that her arrest wouldn't be a regular arrest, but an additional punishment. That it had been him who had arranged for both her and her father to be arrested on the same day, but at separate times. Both not knowing the situation the other was in. That same person was comfortably laying in bed with his wife, not a care in the world, especially not about her, while she was lying on the cold prison floor.