Page 13 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince
“Which floor are you headed to?” the red-haired lady asks.
“The top floor.”
They all exchange a look before she turns her gaze back to me. “Great. We are all heading to the same place.” She presses the button to the top floor and the elevator begins to move.
My phone’s ringtone goes off almost immediately. I take it out to see my brother’s call.
Oh dammit.
He must know I’m not in the house.
The two ladies are engaged in a conversation while the guy has his attention fixed on his phone.
I decline the call and switch my phone off. Giovanni is very predictable, and I know he won’t stop calling until I answer and tell him where I’m at. I’m not about to do that now.
The elevator dings as we reach the top floor, the doors opening wide for us to make an exit. I step out of the elevator last, slowly making my way to Blackwell’s office. He is the managing director of the company.
The doors of the offices are labeled with the names of the people and their positions. It makes it easier for me to identify his office quickly. I let out a breath as I knock on Mr. Blackwell’s door.
“Come in,” a deep voice responds from inside. My hands tremble for a moment as I grab the doorknob. A white-haired man is seated in the office, his eyes on his computer, as I walk in. He raises his head to stare at me and I swallow a gulp.
“You must be Gianna; nice to finally meet you.” He is dressed in a tailored black suit with a white shirt.
I stretch my hand to meet his for a handshake with a smile.
“It’s my pleasure.”
He smells like chocolate and vanilla. “Please have a seat.” He lets go of my hand and points to the empty seat facing him.
I settle in it carefully, being overly cautious to make no mistake.
“So this is going to be real quick because I have a meeting in about…” he looks at his vintage wristwatch, “...five minutes.”
He switches his gaze to me. “Luca put in a good word for you and I’m trusting him. You can start tomorrow in the marketing department as a junior marketing coordinator. Your productivity will determine what happens next.”
“I understand, sir.”
He looks at his watch again, this time adjusting in his seat. “I’m running late already. I apologize for cutting this short but I believe we will get better acquainted tomorrow morning when you start working with us. Come back here at 8 a.m. and I'll get you settled in. It was lovely meeting you, Miss Gianna.”
We shake again briefly.
“Thank you so much, sir. I won’t disappoint you.”
I leave his office feeling happier than ever. Luca has no idea how much I’m indebted to him. My parents can no longer control me as much as they do when I start to have a life of my own, working.
My heart skips a beat when I walk into the reception hall to see Bianca, seated. The corners of her lips curve into a smirk as our eyes meet.
“Gianna,” she says in a high-pitched tone. She’s wearing a bright pink designer outfit with a black purse.
Why is she here?
I force a smile back at her as I walk to meet her. She stands up and pulls me into a hug.
“Welcome home, Bianca.”
She has a fruity smell to her. She has blue eyes and her brown hair falls down her shoulders.
“Oh my gosh, it’s been fucking ages.” She smacks her mouth. “Pardon my words.” She laughs a little too loudly in my ears. “Do you have a ride home?”