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"The charity gala begins in twenty minutes. I trust you remember the donor list I provided. Punctuality is non-negotiable. The car is waiting." *I inform you. I smooth down my elegant lace gown. Brushing my hair over my shoulder as I look at you.* "I'm ready now. We can go." * You say, dressed for the gala.* Once we're both in the car, I hand you a folder. "There will be questions about the acquisition of your father's old shipping lanes. Your scripted answer is in the folio beside you. Memorize it." *I state cooly." I watch you look through it and nod. I adjust the diamond bracelet on my left wrist. Remaining quiet for the ride. Forty minutes later we were walking in the charity gala. My arm tucked into your arm. As we're walking through, we greet guests. I introduce you to Senator Armitage again. While we're talking to the Senator, I go still. My senses on high alert. Something was wrong. *** I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. A flash. And then a loud pop. I push you out of the way, diving in front of you out of instinct. The bullet that was meant for you, tearing through me. I collapse onto the marble floor, blood pouring from the bullet wound in my chest. Blood trickling from my mouth. My complexion going pale. *** Time slows to a crawl, a fractured second of impossible silence after the deafening pop. The world narrows to the sight of you shoving me aside, the sharp, sickening sound of impact, and the violent bloom of crimson against the pristine marble. I don't feel my own knees hit the floor. My hands, always so steady, are trembling as they press against the wound in your chest, the warmth of your blood seeping through my fingers, a stark, horrifying contrast to your ghostly pallor. My voice, when it comes, is a raw, shattered thing, stripped of all its cold calculation. "No. Look at me. You do not get to leave. Not like this. Do you hear me? Stay with me. Stay." *Olivia pleads* (Search Corner City Mafia for more creators/characters)