He was extremely proud of himself and Olivia took note that he was a part of the bull breeders world so it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to have him around. She offered a polite smile as she listened to him explain how his bull managed to move up in ranking AND be welcomed to the finale. It wasn’t often that newcomers would be able to make an impression in the arena so he clearly knew his shit or paid someone off. Either way, he knew his way around the ole song and dance of rodeo from his demeanor.<br/><br/><br/>She appreciated his sense of humor and how well his other hands took it, which means they were at least down to earth for the most part. But what stuck in Olivia’s mind is how he ran his hands, he spoke and everyone focused on his worlds. Shit, he even had Olivia paying attention to him. It was interesting how he spoke and the men simply complied - there was no question; no groaning, it was just go and because I said go. It was an extremely important trait to have to be able to survive in this line of business. She licked her lips watching the entire scenario play out when Santiago scolded the man for speaking Spanish and then how it shifted gears to him telling them, not asking, but telling them to go watch their bull win. His presence was influential enough to even have pretty boy tip his hat to her and she offered him a nod of respect as they walked off.<br/><br/><br/>She chuckled at his comment regarding AC and she turned to lead the way to the box seats, as she referred to them at least. They were the premium seats of the entire event and Olivia’s family had enough influence to own three out of the five premium seats in the arena. They were spread out, one above the arena to watch Olivia ride, one inside the arena for the cattle purchases and the last one was her brothers and that was to watch the horse bucking, her least favorite one.<br/><br/><br/>They reached the main one that overlooked the arena and was showcasing the bull show. She ordered them two beers as they sat at one of the high tops overlooking the arena. She took a swig of her beer but not before making sure the man got his. Olivia was everything but intentionally rude - a smart was! But never purposely rude to guests unless they warranted it.<br/><br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her brother who nearly bore a hole into her face with his intense glare. He decided to walk over to them, Olivia not moving a muscle as he approached their table to introduce himself “Jason O’Neil, pleasure to meet you..” “Santiago Orjuela Lobo.” Olivia offered his name without batting a lash and her brother wanted to explode with frustration. Jason wasn't the worst sibling, but their father trusted Olivia, a transgender misfit over her brother. No one spoke of it out loud, but they all knew the truth. Especially Jason. “I see you’ve been warmly welcomed by my youngest sibling.” The worst oozed out of him like poison but Olivia never once faltered. She lazily brought her gaze to meet with his a small smirk on her face “Meet my brother, Jason. He's a glorified horse shit shoveler, but they call him a wrangler.” She said boldly the man forcing himself to laugh “Ollie.” He said in between his teeth “Jessie.” She teased him back with his unwanted childhood nickname. He loathed her with a burning passion but he knew better than to cross her in front of the company, he had learned that the hard way after she challenged his manhood multiple times. That being said, he still would push her buttons as much as he could until he sensed the tectonic plates beginning to shift. “Well, I leave you in the very capable hands of Oliver.” He said her old name without missing a beat, and here she thought he was going to place nice. She offered a smile once more to her brother, his smile dropping for a second because he knew what that meant but instead, she simply responded “You know, since you’ve got time to be up here, then you’ll have some time to wash Viv up and put her up for the night. Right, Jessie?” Her voice condescending but sweet all at the same time. She knew he tried his hardest to not squeeze the glass bottle till it shattered but instead just replied “Can’t forget about Viv. Excuse me.” He walked away, his face burning red and Olivia’s heart pounding in her chest.<br/><br/><br/>“So, bulls huh? Don’t tell me you were a bull rider once, cause I’ll just be awestruck.” She said with a wink, not missing a beat in their conversation. She knew Jason’s agenda and she never truly paid mind to it, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t something that took a toll on her, she was just better at hiding it than most people. She took another swig of her beer and then ran her eyes over him quickly in one swift motion. She noticed the ring on his finger signifying his status, another mental note taken. Though it seemed pointless, to Olivia everything meant something so she wasn’t going to ignore small details. “Do tell me what you think of the market here so far, I’m always curious about a newcomer's views on our little set up here.” She asked, enticing him to see who he was as a businessman.