— OLIVIA J. HILL —

— OLIVIA J. HILL — thirty-five. whitview. lawyer and co-founder of Hill & Co.

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Me when I haven’t eaten.

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Am I your favorite brother?

“You peed on me when I attempted to change your diapers when you were a baby -- does this answer your question?”

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@jcstinhill

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JUSTIN.

“Well tell me an approach that does work on you.” He sighed, tossing the file he had just been reading through on the table and stood up. “It’s not as if I like this part of the job, but some cooperation would be nice too, Sis. If you’re not going to pick one, say so. At least then I can focus on next week’s trial.” Justin mumbled, grabbing the coffee cup that had been empty for a while now. “I’m going to get some coffee, you want some?” 

"I’m probably not going to pick one,” she said honestly. She knew that she probably should, but at the same time, she really had enough on her plate with the files she currently had in front of her. “Or, well, if you got one that involves taking on one of those straight white male privilege assholes, then feel free to throw it my way.” After all, that was one of her favorite parts when it came to her job -- sticking it to people who thought they were all-powerful. “A latte please, extra shot.”

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LYDIA‌.

     Lydia shrugged, “Beats me. I barely know the guy, we only see him once every month or so—” Which was fine with her, Lydia wasn’t always the nicest person in the mornings. “They’re my questions too, except my gut is telling me that the pigeon stays in his room. He’s got a window that looks out onto our neighbour’s roof, so maybe that’s where he pinched it from but… What he’s doing with it? I don’t know.” She laughed, chewing on her bottom lip trying to find the words to describe the energy she felt. “Hmm, like they were connected. Really connected, you know? As if they had known each other in a former life and then I walk in, ruin the reunion and that was that.” It was strange, she had fortunately never experienced anything like it before. “I’m not sure pigeon law is anyone’s speciality, but maybe you should look into it. We might be onto something.”

"Who knows, maybe he’s domesticated the pigeon,” Olivia pondered, wondering who would really be crazy enough to want a bird like that as their pet. To her, pigeons were the rats of the skies and she could very well do without them. “You know, there are crazier pets out there. I’ve seen videos of people having domesticated foxes and monkeys... Not that I’m necessarily condoning that, but there are all kinds of strange animal-loving people out there.” It wasn’t that Olivia herself didn’t like animals -- quite the opposite was the case. But, in her opinion, there was a line there when it came to certain kinds of pets; a line that she would, personally, never cross. She grinned then, shrugging. “Really only if someone decides to go to the police about it. Unless you want me to go and threaten the guy. Then again, holding a pet isn’t exactly against the law -- unless your landlord specifically stated no pets.”

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MATT.

   “Do you think it would suit me?” Matt turned around and laughed, letting his fingers brush over the rosary. He shook head lightly, “No thank you. My demons are sleeping, I don’t want to wake them.” The amusement on his face soon dropped though, her story one that felt far too common for the twenty-first century. “Ah, that old chestnut. I still can’t wrap my head around why anyone thinks they can decide what is right, or wrong for someone other than themselves.” Matt rolled his eyes and chuckled, “How did she find out, anyway?” 

An amused grin tugged at the corners of Olivia’s lips as she imagined Matt wearing the necklace. “Hey, waking them might actually result in something interesting happening,” she lightheartedly commented. At his next words, a shrug lifted her shoulders for a moment. “It’s not like I haven’t heard it before.” Plus, clearly, the lady hadn’t known Olivia wouldn’t simply let it go. “I threatened her with a hate speech lawsuit and that’s when she took off. Honestly, I don’t need to be representing someone like that.” And why would she? Sure, it was part of her job to sometimes represent people whose opinions she didn’t agree with, but this had been personal. “She must have done some research on me. It was our second appointment and she put a picture of me and my ex down in front of me and questioned me about it.” 

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CONRAD‌.

“Okay mom, if Bella can deal with me not having my phone on me twenty four, seven, so can you.” Conrad challenged, just because he could. He was the little brother after all. Feeling the elbow in his side, he knew that he deserved it. His entire family was filled with exceptional cooks. He had definitely gotten lucky with them all. It was also probably the reason he barely knew how to cook for himself. Anything fancy was not his speciality. Just simple chicken and veggies or even a freshly caught fish. Anything else was venturing out of familiar territory and definite smoke detectors blaring. “I’m sorry you’re a great cook.” Conrad looked up at her with a wide smile before opening the box of Chinese food. His mouth practically watered seeing his favorite within the walls. “That is certainly a new one.” He chuckled just imagining the image of someone throwing a rosary at her. “How does sexuality come up in a meeting?” Conrad questions as he started digging into the chicken. “Oh thanks, you look great too.” He knew that he looked tired. The week had been hell. “I’m getting through. I lost two patients this week and have been on call for fourty six hours so far. But, I’m good. I’m doing a trauma rotation this month and it’s just a lot.”

"Bella sees you a lot more than I do,” she retorted smoothly, not even giving him that one win. After all, she wanted to know what was going on in her little brother’s life. A grin then made its way across her features when he admitted that she was good at cooking. “That’s what I’m talking about.” It came to no surprise, really. From a pretty young age, she had been interested in what their grandmother was making and how she was going about the seasoning process. As a result, Olivia had tried out a bunch of things herself during her later teenage years, which had helped her during the time she had lived on her own. Of course, there had been times where she had lived off pot noodles and soups, but cooking and even baking here and there had become hobbies of hers that she oftentimes used to unwind after a long day. A shrug lifted her shoulders momentarily at the question about the meeting. “Research. She slammed a picture of me and my ex down in front of me and demanded to know the meaning of it. I explained calmly that this was my ex-fiancée and, well...” A grin; an attempt to make light of a situation that had really gone much deeper. “She didn’t like that very much.”

She opened up her box of fried noodles. “I always look great,” she deadpanned, yet keeping her attention on her little brother. “Jesus, I can’t even imagine... Honestly, I thought being a lawyer is hard at times, but actually losing people on the job?” That was something Olivia knew she wouldn’t be able to deal with, no matter how tough she liked to think she was. “Are you holding up alright though?”

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BELLA‌.

          “You’ve been wearing it yet you want to get rid of it — are you sure?” It was taking Bella a moment to react to the story, mostly because it was surprising and sometimes it became remarkably clear she wasn’t living in California anymore. “That sounds very conflicting, but wait — hold the phone…” Squeezing her eyes shut briefly, her brunette head shook as she tried to digest just how she came about the rosary. Bella always had one on her at her mother’s request, she kept it in her purse as a token to keep her safe. “Who’s this lady? I mean a name and maybe even an address.”

"Well, I’m not exactly the most religious,” Olivia said with a shrug. It wasn’t like she was wearing the rosary because she was relying on any sort of faith. “I’ve mostly been wearing it because I put it around my neck out of spite when she threw it at me -- needless to say she didn’t like that very much.” She grinned then, amused at how her little brother’s girlfriend so easily seemed to be coming to her defense. “As much as I would love to provide you with that information, data protection said I can’t.” Wow, she must sound like a buzzkill right now. “She’ll get what’s coming to her, I’m sure -- I would have loved to smack her with a hate speech lawsuit, but she took off when I threatened her with one.”

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FORREST‌.

“She what?” Forrest’s eyebrows raised as Olivia, casually, explained what’d gone down that afternoon, shaking his head in disbelief. Though he’d never experienced it personally, he couldn’t believe that people could be so judgmental, let alone use their faith to justify their ignorance. He reached for the beads as she held them out to him, looking them over. “You think God will smite me if I say this is the ugliest necklace I’ve ever seen?” He glanced up at her with a small smile, concern clear in his eyes. “…you okay?”

"I know, ridiculous,” she agreed, shaking her head. She’d witnessed and experienced a lot of ignorance and hatred towards herself over the years, but this had truly been a new experience for her. However, a chuckle left her when he talked about how he really didn’t like the look of the necklace, genuine amusement on her features. She shrugged. “Yeah, I’m alright. I wish it’d happened under slightly different circumstances though and not with her slamming a picture of me and my ex-fiancée down in front of me, but--- Guess you can’t pick and choose how someone’s going to insult you.” Admittedly, she wasn’t usually this open, but with Forrest it felt like she could be slightly more candid. 

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MARLEY.

“Oh, how’d you know?” Marley laughed, leaning across the counter to get a better look at the necklace. Her fingers ran over the smooth beading, down to the cross that hung at the end. She didn’t believe in God–or she didn’t think she did. Not the way that other’s did, at least. She supposed she liked the idea of Something (with a capital S) being out there, though she tried not to dwell on it too much. People were free to believe what they liked. It was just a shame when what they believed in was hateful and ignorant. “What’d she need you to represent her for, anyways?” Coffee was poured into the empty mug in front of her.

"Lucky guess,” Olivia simply said, one shoulder lifting in a half-shrug. "Or maybe you just look like the kind of girl who’d like to have a new one.” It wasn’t meant to be an insult, it was just that Olivia was brutally honest 105% of the time and didn’t care for sugarcoating things. If people couldn’t handle it, then, well, she figured it wasn’t exactly her problem. Either people liked honesty or they didn’t. “Oh, some insurance claim,” she explained. “Nothing exciting, so it’s not like I lost out on the case of the century.”

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AUGUST‌.

Rattled? She sounded rattled?! 

August albeit huffed at Olivia’s comment. Of course she was rattled. “Have you not seen the tabloids?” August asked as she locked the door and went to go grab a magazine from a stack that was on a nearby table and practically shoved it into the lawyers hand. “See what I mean? I’m doomed. They’re saying I was doing drugs at the club.” Which she had been… with Anniston but that was a moot point! No one could have actually know that they’d swallowed pills. “I need this to go away,” she stated and tilted her head to the side and said: “please.” 

The actress, who had basically grown up in the spotlight wasn’t used to using her manners and so it was difficult for August to ask nicely. But she had worked with Olivia enough to know that she needed to act appropriately.  “Oh, sit down. Sure. Sorry. I’m do distraught that I didn’t even ask you if you wanted a drink or anything. Do you need anything?” August asked as she showed Olivia to the nearby doors that lead to a massive main floor office.

Tabloids? “Honestly, no, I don’t pay attention to those kinds of things,” she admitted. Olivia hated tabloids, she didn’t even read the headlines when she was out shopping if she could at all help it. However, when the other pretty aggressively almost threw a magazine into the lawyer’s hand and she turned it to see what the other was talking about, a single brow shot upwards. After collecting her thoughts, Olivia cleared her throat. August needed this to go away, sure. But was that possible? After all, it was already out there. 

She followed the other woman to the main office, shaking her head at the question of whether she needed anything. “I’m alright, thanks.” Her brows slightly knitted, she looked at the other. “Sit down, we can talk about this,” she said, pushing a stray strand of hair out of her own face. “I’m going to be honest with you, there are limited things we can do here,” she started. “Sure, we can try to sue them for libel, but...” A pause. “Miss Holbrook, most tabloids have lawyers on retainer to read through each article before it is published. The writers and lawyers usually know just how far they can go before they cross the line into libelous territory,” she explained. “And if they have pictures, then, well...” Truthfully, Olivia didn’t like delivering bad news, but she also wasn’t going to sugarcoat the truth. “Is there a possibility they might have photos?”

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AMARI‌.

“Should’ve choked her with it and told her karma’s a bitch.” Amari answered flippantly as if murder was a topic that was hardly worth flinching about. But after having a father who represented criminals in court, she had spent her childhood learning of all the ways the human race could surprise her. Needless to say, nothing could surprise her anymore. “If there’s anyone who could get away with murder, it’s you.” she joked, flashing Olivia a playful smile.

“Unfortunately my name is not Annalise Keating and I have morals,” she shot back playfully. Sure, the ABC show that revolved around said character might be exciting to watch, but not necessarily something she wanted to adapt to her own life. An amused smirk started to tug at the corners of her lips as she pondered her options. “I might send it back to her with regards, with a note saying she forgot it at the office.” A shrug. “What do you think?”

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TEO.

“Good job I wasn’t around to hear her say that otherwise I would’ve torn her a fuckin’ new one.” Teo grumbled in a low tone, his expression displaying his distaste towards the woman Olivia was speaking of. “Bet she had a Karen haircut too, ay? La puta perra.” he shook his head, still in disbelief at how backwards some people could be in this day and age. “You don’t need her fuckin’ devil money anyway.”

“Oh, you know the kind -- southern lady moved to Canada to enjoy her old days or something, needed help with an insurance claim,” she explained shaking her head in distaste. Truthfully, she had already been able to tell what kind of woman she had been when she had walked into the office, but she had decided to be professional about it. In the end, it hadn’t been Olivia’s fault, really. But he was right, she didn’t need that lady’s money. “What do you think I should do with this?” she asked, dangling the necklace from her index finger now. “Sell it? Send it back to her? Burn it?” A pause. “Or maybe I should just drive by her house and fling it back at her like she did with me.”

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KAL.

“What?” Kal asked, her words a bit shaky from a laugh of amusement at the other’s rather random question. However, her smile slipped when she was told what the reason behind it was, a feeling of annoyance and slight anger bubbling in her chest. “She should’ve shoved it where the sun ain’t shining instead.” Letting out a breath, she lightly shook her head. “Well, I’ll pass. No amount of Hail Marys can help me now. Besides, you can definitely pull it off unironically, too. You should keep it. Pray for that other lady to find some kindness in her heart - or eternally burn in hell, whatever floats your boat. I won’t judge either way.”

Truthfully, the question was probably a bit strange, especially coming from her, so Olivia couldn’t exactly fault the other woman for laughing. Honestly, at this point, she just wanted to get rid of the necklace. Olivia herself wasn’t exactly religious, and keeping it would probably only make her angry whenever she laid eyes on it. “Praying’s not exactly part of my daily routine,” she admitted, not shy about her own views. “But even if hell exists, I’m sure she’d burn in it regardless.” A hum. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this thing now?”