7 months later-
« Right, Alexandre you go and get me those data quickly! Arthur, I need those articles by midday. Michael, where's the research I asked you about last week? Come on, people we need to be working and at the moment it doesn't feel like it's moving. Where are we with the interview with Billie Eillish? »
Months have passed and I finally built the life I always wanted, I have a group of three men that I am responsible for and supervise. However, sometimes it feels like babysitting.
I fixed my jacket and rolled up its sleeves.
« Miss, the boss wants to see you now? »
« If it's about Billie Eillish, I told them all to move their ass, I don't take responsibility ... »
« No, madam it's not about that I'm afraid »
« Oh. » I frowned « Okay, lead the way I'm right behind you » I took my bag and paperwork with me following him watching him knock on the door to announce my arrival.
« Stella, please sit down » I sat very carefully on the chair clutching my handbag. « I know you are very busy at the moment and I understand... »
« Sir, if we're behind on work I am sorry but we are doing everything we can to meet the deadline, my team and I are working very hard on it. »
« Stella, it's not about that. Billie Eillish can wait, she's not coming for another month. » He ...
I watched at him confused.
« Maneskin is going on tour next week. I understand you have a team here, but I want you to personally go to their concert and interview them. You're best fitted for the job, you blew us away last time... »
« So you're not firing me? This isn't a way to get me to fly to Italy so George can take over the team? » I mumbled shocked
« Of course not...unless you don't think you can supervise your team and interview the band? »
« Ah no Sir, I'll have regular meeting with them online and I'll keep a very close eye on them! I can assure you » I said sternly.
« Perfect! You're flying on the 17th, I want another interview...find something to blow us away again. I heard Victoria and Damiano might be a thing »
« She's bisexual.... » I stopped myself from revealing anything more.
« Then she's dating him and a girl, I don't know »
« Sir, but the 17th it's tomorrow » I switched the conversation
« Yep, gives you plenty of time to pack your bags and suitcase or whatever you ladies put in your suitcase »
I rolled my eyes at the sexist comment. « Fine, who's coming with me? »
« Raphael, like that time you make a perfect duo »
« Thank you, sir »
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Later in the afternoon, I called for a meeting before I leaving my office.
« No Arthur that doesn't mean you get to sit on your lazy ass all day, I need that report by tomorrow! Or there's going to be consequences »
« Like what, little girl? »
« How about you're screwing a girl that just came out of high school while your wife sits at home waiting for you to come back? »
He sat straight into his chair « How... »
« Stop messing with me, report by tomorrow morning! Less screwing and more work »
« Yeah, that's why you're so tense, you don't screw. »
« Thank you Alexandre for that comment, let me remind you that you screwing around cost you your marriage, or should I say that divorce was expensive »
He coughed sitting straight in his seat too.
« Right I'm glad we're on the same page, report, data, interview, analysis... all by tomorrow morning. Do not let me down this time. I'm in no mood, my period is coming soon. » I smirked at their reaction
« Too much information »
« Stop whining and go back to work! » I snapped and closed my laptop violently.
I watched them taking their things quickly and rushed to get out of my office.
I sighed heavily resting my head back on the chair. I thought back at Alexander's comment, he made a fair point I forgot when was last night I was had a good fuck. I looked at the time, the shops were going to close soon. Maybe 'what happens in Italy, stays in Italy' I thought to myself. I could find myself a cute man that fucks me all night and talks to me in Italian. It would help, maybe, my body is constantly tensed.
I sighed, who am I kidding?
But I looked at the clock moving and the minutes passing thinking hard about it. « Oh fuck sake » I groaned to myself getting my handbag and heading outside.
I went to get a Brazilian wax and some new underwear.
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La Mia Stella-( My Star )
FanfictionStella (star in Italian), 22 years old french girl, just came out of the top of her journalist class and is determined to show her work colleagues that her age doesn't really matter and she can bring the best quality work for the magazine Closer tha...
