Olivia could sense his awkwardness - here was some newcomer who was coming into his meeting and pointing holes through his arguments. She would have to apologise later, even if she thought that what she was doing was for the greater good. "Mr Wessex, I am very aware of Al-Bagdhadi's powers." With that, she slipped her finger down under her shirt before gripping it and dragging it down her arm. The exposure of skin revealed a long scar running parallel to the strap of her bra. Covering herself again, she fixed him with a hard stare. "Despite my anger at the man, I do believe that keeping him alive is key to finally removing the tension in the Middle East. If you think that killing him is necessary then I beg of you to inform your would-be assassin to covertly end his life in a manner that doesn't look overly suspicious. Your choice of assassin impairs this, however, as you chose a man who'll want to go and spill as much blood as possible."

Cedric was a nice enough guy but she wasn't going to sit there and accept his apparent outcome. She was the one who parted rivers of blood and brought together warring sides in the Middle East. She was the one who was instrumental in driving forward the abolition of metahuman-discrimination. She was the one who the Heroes entrusted one of the most volatile areas in the planet for Metahumans - LA. Olivia was going to get her peace and she was going to do it just so she could have a smug smile when she informed Cedric Wessex of her abilities. 

"La vie est drôle." With that, she rose from her chair and gathered her books before nodding to Cedric. "I'll be up in my new room, Mr Wessex. If you need my assistance then do not be afraid to call." Turning away, she gave him a wide sweep of both hair and skirt. Cedric was definitely an interesting character. His voice changed when he spoke to her. The difference was subtle, at best, but she picked up on it nonetheless. Olivia was here to do a job, not play hot secretery  for her playboy-millionaire boss. [/i]Maybe if he tries a little.[/i] Playing hard to get would be interesting, especially with this one.

A short time later, she had the most of her items packed away. The Reformists had gifted her with a luxury suite near the penthouse and she was appreciative of it - LA was a sight to behold at night time. Finally, she moved over to the intercom at the door and clicked it on, hoping to address the secretaries at the ground floor desk. "Hello, could you please extend an invitation to Mr Wessex to join me in my room? Inform him that I wish to apologise for my behaviour earlier." Once the secretary had told her that she would, Olivia let out a shaky sigh and moved to her sound system. This could be awkward.