Olivia sits in her office, squinting her eyes a bit as she pinches between them. She's been staring at her computer so long as if she is waiting for the words to write themselves. Her office is massive and filled with canvases of her books, all New York Times Bestsellers for Romance under the writing title of Angelica Anders. She stands about 5'4, petite with beautiful caramel skin. Her hair is straight, coming to her shoulders. She's got big brown eyes with round lips. She is sexy without even trying but very confident in everything. She definitely commands a room and then there's her voice, its angelic, much like her pseudo name she writes under.

She gets up and walks out going into her massive kitchen, as the housekeeper is beginning lunch.

"Ma'am, will you be having lunch in the sunroom or in your office?" She asks.

"The sunroom will be fine Marta. Can you fix a plate for Edison, he's coming home for lunch today?" she answers as she pulls a Perrier water from the refrigerator.

"Will do," she responds as she continues her task.

Olivia is a highly successful woman who started writing right out of college, her professor was so impressed with her writing, he haggled a friend at Random House to take a look at her book and before she knew it, she was published. She's always had a bit of a fairytale things happen for her. Her best friend Abby inherited a radio station from her father and instead of selling it, she figured she could be a badass and run it herself. Turned out to be the perfect idea. She convinced Olivia to do a night show on Tuesdays and Thursdays, telling her she had a voice that was mad for the radio and like the fairytale, she was right. Olivia has the most listened to radio show at the station, surpassing Delilah in its listening ears.

She hasn't had time to think about kids but she did fit in time to marry Edison Davis, a prominent lawyer in Los Angeles at the age of 28. Truth be told, she may have married him too soon, but she did it. Now they are 5 years in and insanely unhappy with their situation but she's beautiful, with a body to die for, and Edison thought she would be perfect for the press and she was. They butt heads all the time because he thinks the radio show is waste of time. He's tolerant of the writing because she's under an assumed name and no one has to know she's writing, "smut," as he so aptly puts it. She always corrects him that it's "romance," something he's totally forgot about.

She walks down the hall past the sunroom to her specially made studio for the show. She starts arranging some things, trying to get ready for the night's show. Tuesday nights are usually the busiest because it's her first show of the week.

Her phone rings, "What," she says endearingly, knowing its Edison.

"Liv, I'm not going to make it home for lunch. Something came up with this case," he says as he continues signing pages from his secretary.

Liv tries to act disappointed, she wasn't really in the mood for his condescending attitude anyway but she fakes it, "I was having Marta whip up your favorite. Seems like we haven't had lunch or dinner in forever."

"Sorry Babe! But hey you've got your show and those poor souls who hang on your every word tonight, don't you?" He retorts

"They are not poor souls Edison, they are people who strangely find it easy to talk to a stranger about their problems, with a little anonymous chatter. What's wrong with that?"

She taps her pen against her notepad, absentmindedly scribbling with no purpose, "They ask you for advice, you are no psychologist," he answers.

"In case you've forgotten, I have a degree, I just didn't go that right. It worked on you didn't it, you married me," she slides in

He realizes what she says and he lets out a surprised laugh, "Are you saying that's how you caught my eye, you psyched me."

She then laughs, "No, I Poped you, there's a difference," she answers.

He laughs, "Well okay….Poped or not, I believe it was your beauty and ability to help me captivate a room."

She sits back in her chair shaking her head at his admission, "Okay, well I will see you tonight if I'm not asleep by the time you come in."

Before she can finish her though, he interrupts, "Okay…goodnight."

She takes a deep breath, knowing that means he won't be home…and honestly she wonders if he's ever really that busy.

She hurries back down the hall to update Marta, who's already cooked enough for her and Edison, "Marta, Mr. Davis won't be coming home for lunch….so…" She looks down and sees the food, she stops herself. "You know what, we should have lunch together. I don't have to leave for another 2 hours."

"I couldn't do that Ma'am," she answers.

"Yes you can and you will, no sense in letting this food going to waste," she insist as they sit and have lunch. Liv looks at Marta thinking, it's better than having to put up with Edison.

Fitzgerald Grant sits in his office, looking over mounds of documents. He take a break looking out of the window at the town he calls home, Los Angeles. He is 6'3 with broad shoulders. He has a perfect head of curly hair that any woman would want to roam through. His blue eyes are something you could swim in and definitely need a life jacket because you will get lost in them. His body is perfection but you'd never know it because he's always in suits, but always the most expensive suit you can have tailored to fit him to perfection. But that's been his life since he took over the family real estate dynasty that spans a lot of the west coast. There's a knock at the door.

"Come in," he utters.

His secretary, Brittany comes in, you can tell she has a crush on him, that way she gets flushed whenever she's near him. She tries to hold it together.

"Sir, your father is on the phone. I know you said you didn't want to talk to him but he's called 4 times," she says.

Fitz takes a deep breath, "Put him through," he responds as he takes a seat and get ready for what will most likely be an uncomfortable conversation.

"Father," he says sarcastically.

"Fitzgerald, I am not in the mood for a fight with you today," he says quickly.

"I'm sorry, father, what can I do for you this lovely spring afternoon?" He asks.

"Hell, there's a dinner for the Real Estate Commission Board, you need to attend that meeting. Of course I can't make it this year, so you need to go. We own half of Los Angeles, it would be tacky if a Grant wasn't there and do some networking too," he says.

"Dad, the last thing we need to do is network. How much more do you want to own?" He asks. Then he stops himself, "Why the hell am I asking you that? You can never have enough..." he says.

"Fitz, you think we became so successful by being idle, we didn't. I got my ass out there and made the Grant name something in this town. I just want you to follow in my footsteps."

"Dad, I'm following in your footsteps. I think I'm doing damn well, so far," Fitz defends.

Big Gerry gets silent, not knowing how to congratulate his son on the phenomenal work he's done in 4 years that he's been in charge, "Can you make the dinner?" He asks.

"Yes, I can make the dinner, Mellie loves nothing more than spending my money to get dressed and hang out with her other rich friends who like to spend their husband's money," Fitz says almost exasperated at the thought of telling her about the dinner.

"Don't complain son, she's a good looking woman, pretty nice ass. You picked well," he crudely says.

Fitz shakes his head, "Regardless of the state of marriage, I am not comfortable with you talking about my wife's ass," Fitz continues.

"Listen, I'm just saying, you could have done worse…she makes you look good," Gerry finishes.

Just as Gerry finishes his thought, Mellie comes through the door like the unwanted storm that she is, "Fitz, I…"

She realizes he is on the phone, she tones down.

Gerry here's her voice, "Is that Mellie, tell her Hi!"

"Bye Dad," he says unexcitedly.

"My horny, womanizing father says hello," he says.

Mellie, moves her head to the side, "I'll never understand the pull and tug between you and your father, and he's a nice man. He says things he shouldn't sometimes but he's a nice man," she finishes.

"Well he thinks you have a nice ass, so…" Fitz adds in.

Mellie does her signature giggle.

Fitz shakes his head, "What's up Mellie? You came all the here to say Hi! What do you need?"

"Victoria has some mother & daughter event I have to attend this evening. So I'm making some rounds," she covers.

"Victoria's school is on Coldwater Canyon, Mellie," he pushes.

"I'm trading the car," she says expectantly, "I guess I needed your blessing."

"You mean, my money," Fitz says, "What's wrong with this car, it's only 2 years old," he waves off, "have the dealership call me when you pick what you want.

She's barely listening to him, knowing he's going to give her whatever she wants, "Thank you honey," she says as she gives him a victory kiss and leaves. He knows she's probably been in Westfield Century City mall burning a hole through this credit card.

"Mellie," he shouts stopping her skipping. She turns to look at him, "But a dress while you continue to shop, for the Real Estate Commission Dinner, we have to go," he finishes.

"Well, I wasn't planning on going to Badgley Mischka today but what the hell," she says, with a sparkle in her eye.

"What the hell?" He says as he watches her leave.

He picks up his phone, hoping she's available, she picks up, "Hi Dad," she answers.

"Hi Kiddo, what is this event you have with your mother this evening," he asks.

"It's the annual fashion show," Victoria answers.

Fitz takes a deep breath. He often wonders why he ever had a kid with her. He's most definitely tied to her forever now.

"Are you okay Kiddo?" He asks.

"I'm great dad…mom is mom," she answers with a laugh.

"I'm sorry I'll miss the event, if I had known about it, I would have cleared my calendar for it," he muses.

"Dad, all eyes will be on us anyway, it's not your thing but it's definitely mom's thing...…you and I can do something else," she answers.

"Okay, love you kiddo, breakfast at the Peninsula, just you and me on Saturday before practices."

"Love you too Dad, sounds good," she responds getting off the phone.

He gets back up out of his chair looking back out at Century City and Beverly Hills ahead of him. He scratches his chin and shakes his head.

Liv has made her way to the studio, which is next door to the Grove. She stops to get a hot tea and is greeted with smiles, "The usual Ms. Pope," the barista asks.

"The usual Sasha," she answers as glances at the magazines on the small rack. She sees the real estate book, and notices the article, "Inside the Grant Reality Empire!" She glances again at Fitz's photo, noticing the strikingly good looking man. She picks it up, for no particular reason.

"Here you are Ms. Pope, can't wait for your show tonight?" Sasha says handing it to her.

"Thank you Sasha, hopefully we have some good calls tonight."

"You always do," she answers.

Olivia leaves and gets to the office, she opens her office to find a large bouquet of roses. She's a little startled. She goes over to the card and it says, "You are best friend and I love you and thanks forgetting me 10 more share profits. Love Abby!"

Olivia laughs, "I swear she only sees dollar signs when she looks at me."

"And I see the woman who coached me through a very painful divorce," Abby adds in.

Abby goes over to her, "Seriously, you've got the magic touch on air lady."

"No I don't, I'm just being myself," Olivia laments.

"Well, keep it up. Have a good show tonight and Brunch on Saturday…don't forget. Me, you, Quinn, and delicious brunch buffet at the Peninsula and a day of shopping."

"I would never forget that," she answers with a laugh.

She settles down and goes and makes her way to the booth, "Ready to rock it tonight Randy," she asks.

"Let's get it Ms. Pope," he answers.

She gets her station ready and settles down in her special ergonomic chair. Clock is telling her its 6:55PM, 5 minutes until show time.

Meanwhile…Fitz walks out of his office to give Brittany a stack of papers that need to be copied and filed.

"Brittany, can you make sure these are all copied and filed and start a new folder on the Rye Canyon project please? Then you can wrap up for tonight," he says, noticing the music.

He then hears as the music stops…

"Welcome to Twilight with Olivia, I'm Olivia, your favorite listening ear. Let's listen to some love songs, fall in love and heal some broken hearts."

The voice immediately catches his attention, it's like the most beautiful sound he's ever heard and he's enamored.

"I'm sorry sir, I'll turn it off and get this finished."

He quickly stops Brittany, "No, it's okay, leave it on..." he says as he listens.

"That was Baby Come Back by Player, always a favorite, let's get to our first caller. Daniel you are on, let's talk," she says.

Fitz goes back into his office and leaves his door open so he can hear…and he doesn't even know why he wants to. It's as if its love at first sound.