Angela's p.o.v
"Mr. Russo will see you now!" A beautiful lady dressed in a simple black pencil skirt pared with a lavender satin blouse which suited her dark complex to perfection smiled warmly at me. If I hadn't seen her walking out of the boss's office holding a bunch of papers, I would have easily mistaken her for one of the models. Such a bummer, my mind had already started picturing her walking the runway.
"Thank you, Nikita!" I read her name from the tag hanging down her neck. We walked towards, hopefully, my new boss's office. Rumors spread faster than you could blink in the fashion industry and no one dared to question anyone. This was partly the reason why I choose this career path. Who would guess the other side of my family? People were blinded by the expensive jewelry to notice the darkness surrounding the truth.
"Sir, the candidate for the new stylist is here!" Nikita's sweet voice got the man's attention. His intimidating grey eyes analyzed me from head to toe trying to make me more nervous than I already was.
"You may go!" He dismissed his secretary. "Angela Doherty, right?"
"Yes, sir!" I answered as he skimmed through my resume.
"What do you think about Nikita's outfit?" He asked dismissing the file.
"Pardon?" I wasn't sure if I heard his question correctly.
"You heard me." He stared at me.
"Nikita is a very beautiful lady on my books. The color choice of her blouse considering her darker complex was daring and perfectly made." I gave him my honest opinion.
"So, you're telling me that Nikita could easily get away with being a model. Correct?"
"Yes!" I repeated and he smiled pressing a button.
"You heard that, amore? I'm not the only one who appreciates your natural beauty and great sense of fashion!" The tone of his voice was wrapped with the excitement of a 4 year old.
"Sir, we're at work! I am confident that this sort of behavior is extremely inappropriate. Unless, you want to spend the night in jail, I would strongly advice for you to not speak to me and properly interview Ms. Doherty." I almost laughed out loud from her answer.
"We will talk again, amore!" He smirked at her.
Their behavior was oddly familiar: the way he flirts with her and her completely ignoring it with a formal yet savage response. I was already a fan of them.
"Ms. Doherty," he turned to me. "You're hired! Nikita will contact you the details."
"Thank you sir!" I politely smiled at him shaking his hand.
Walking out of the office, Nikita looked at me with embarrassment.
"I apologize for his behavior. He's not always like this. He's just a foolish inappropriate idiot that loves to make me nervous in front of others!" She tried to give some meaning to the prior situation that occurred.
"I heard that!" Mr. Rossi screamed and we laughed.
"There's no need to apologize. Between us, I think that you would make a cute couple." I whispered the last part.
Before she could comment on my statement, my phone rung.
"Hey Angel! How did the interview go?" Shawn's voice ringed in my ears.
"Can we discuss it over lunch? I'm hungry!" My stomach growled as a signal.
"Of course! See you at 'Hades' in half an hour?" I could hear him rumbling through paperwork searching for something, his keys perhaps.
"Sounds like a plan!" I hung up the phone as I entered the elevator.
As I stepped out of the elevator, someone bumped into me causing for their things to drop on the floor. They quickly gathered everything without me having a chance to glance at them.
"Um, you forgot this!" I picked up a blue envelope turning around to give it to its owner. But at the corner of my eye I noticed an address at the bottom of it.
135
I opened it and read the letter inside it.
THE PAST WILL RETURN.
YOU ARE READING
Burning Fire ✔️
Romance"You're going to be the death of me!" He threw his head back. "And so are you!" I confessed. ________________________________________ Annie Carson, the heir of the Carson mafia family! A ray of sunshine, until the sun stopped rising... Alex Doherty...
