TROUBLE

fifteen

Another day, another day in hell. The words of every college student known to man. I had my finals all of this week at college, I've barely had any time to prepare for them at all but I tried my goddamn hardest. Between the family drama, to dealing with business at the Vault. Even persuading the extended family from going back to Italy.

It's not that i will miss them when they go, well I will, but because they come so often that I sometimes believe I see them more than my actual family.

Again quite the exaggeration Cece.

But Leonardo has persuaded me to tell my family that I am the infamous Raven of the underworld, who deals with mafia's, who fakes bets in the circuit fights so the winners get a higher pay out, who has runs an entire organisation of bounty hunters.

Yet is still getting terrorised by her past. Love that for me. 

But today I am going with papa and Rocco to the company headquarters to meet with some foreign investors, apparently they have been causing trouble for the company and they tend to revert back to their mother tongue to say shit about my papa, so they are bringing me along to find out what they are saying.

It is very crafty, but what can I say. A little meddling is always fun.

Right now, I am in the car with Rocco driving over to the building. It's kinda funny my papa and I are matching, without even realising.

I am wearing a tan matching blazer and slim leg trousers, underneath I have a white high neck bodysuit. I have paired it with white stilettos, pearl earrings and a matching necklace. I have my silver plated Rolex watch on as well.

After about three quarters of an hour we arrive in front of the tall as fuck skyscraper which has at least 60ish floors. We walk past the guards on the door, they smile at me while they just nod at my papa and brother.

Walking through the lobby all eyes on us, it may be because everyone is intimidated by the emotionless face of the other two, they stride through with so much confidence, control and authority- it kinda intimidates me as well. But I really am used to this, whenever I fuck up in their eyes I get this.

I shouldn't laugh but they kind of look constipated....

Funnily enough, but in my 20 years on this wonderful planet I have never been to the S. Industries Industries building, I have been outside of course, but never inside. A building filled with old men looking at numbers and stocks never interested me.

So this entire day makes me wanna cry.

It's not like I can't do the numbers and shit, I have to deal with all of that at the Vault, but that is enough for any sane person, maybe not the insane.

We get into the elevator and head towards the 64th floor, the second to last floor. We are instantly directed by Rocco's personal assistant towards the conference room. I mean after she told me I wasn't authorised to enter the meeting, and that it was a private matter. I just laughed and walked straight in.

My papa took a seat at the head of the table, despite him stepping down 2 years ago, Rocco still allows him to sit at the head when he comes to meeting out fo respect. Rocco sits to the right of papa and I sit opposite Rocco, beside my papa on the other side of him.

After about 15 minutes the investor and his entourage shows up (15 minutes late). Yeah Rocco wasn't very ecstatic at their late arrival and I had to try not to fall asleep, it is 9:45 in the morning. I cannot function properly until at least 1pm.

"Mr Basset, thank you for joining us. I would like to introduce my daughter, Cecilia." Papa greets Mr Basset with a firm handshake and when papa gestures to me I shake his clammy hand too.