Italian Angel

𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒

J A Y D E N
I was mad, so damn mad. This girl was stealing my guns and then asking for money so I could get them back. It didn't make any sense, yet she pulled that card, but she was going to regret it. I was not letting her just hop away with my money.

Today would be her end, and nobody would ever dare to do what she did. Yet, she kept being professional, in a way, I had never expected. I didn't see a single drop of sweat appear on her forehead as I was talking to her. She wasn't scared, at least she didn't seem like it. I hadn't met many people that weren't scared of me, but maybe it was just because she didn't know who I was.

This girl was playing with fire, and she was going to get burned.

"Sir?", I heard a voice coming from the now opened door of my office, as I looked up and saw Matthew, "Yes?" He was one of my fathers closest friends and assistant.

"Your father wants to speak to you." I nodded, leaving the piles of papers untouched don my desk and stood up from my chair.

I corrected my suit and walked up in front of Matthew, walking down the long halls of the building. "Do you know what he wants to talk about?" I asked, as I wasn't in the mood to talking to my father.

"Not that I would know, no." I shrugged it off and entered the elevator, inhaling the fresh smell of mint. My father and I didn't have many conversations, so when he asked for me, something serious had to be going on.

The elevator stopped after some time and I already saw the dark wooden door at the end of the corridor, slightly opened, a flash of light coming from inside.

I headed my way to his office, my pace decreasing a bit, but not too much to be noticed. Talking with this man had never been easy, so I wondered what he would possibly want from me. our conversations never ended good, either me being a disappointment most of the time, or just completely ignoring my achievements. Yet, it was better than staying with my mom, if she was still alive.

I stood still in front of the door, contemplating how to knock - if that would even make a difference- and finally felt Matthew's presence behind me. The door opened before I could do my next step and out went - a rather furious- secretary. The smoke was practically fuming from her ears as she stomped down the empty corridor, a black folder and some papers in her hands.

I entered, making myself ready for the glare that I always got from my father as soon as we looked into each others eyes. He sat there, a pair of old glasses on the brim of his nose, as he read an article from the news paper. His forehead was covered in wrinkles, which came from being stressed out and annoyed at everybody and everything, all the time. He didn't bother acknowledging me as I took a seat on the leather chair across from him. The chair was always uncomfortable, as if it was supposed to make the people this old man was talking to nervous.

I didn't shuffle around, as every sign of small movement mixed with being nervous, showed weakness. "You wanted to talk to me?", I asked, as he wasn't the person to start conversations, especially not with me. My father looked up from the paper he was reading and turned his eyes towards me, his facial expression still unbothered. I never knew what he though of me, was he at least a bit proud of me, or was it pure hatred that filled him when he saw me?

"Matthew." He nodded towards his assistant who left soon after his silent order and closed the door behind him, as my father turned back towards me. "Where are my guns?" He asked bluntly, still seeming unbothered, as I tensed up. He knew exactly what was going on, still he was playing this game to make me feel bad. I cleared my throat while thinking of. fast excuse, but nothing came to my mind. "I put them somewhere safe." I lied, knowing that if he found out the truth, he would never give me a job like that again. "Where safe? You know I don't appreciate when people do something without me being aware of it, especially if it's my money." I nodded, showing that I understood where he was coming from, secretly being glad that he wasn't freaking out.

"I gave it to somebody trust worthy as something came up, the person will bring them in tomorrow." I know the story wasn't the truth, but I couldn't possibly tell him that a 15 year old had managed to steal a precious amount of money. "And who would that be?" He was sceptic, that was clear, but I had to remain calm if this was turning into a longer conversation. He wanted to see if I was lying.

"A girl." I told him, and only his eyes twitched as he leaned back in his chair, his mouth letting out a chuckle. I never imagined my father being sexist, but I didn't know many things about him. "You let a girl steal the guns?" He asked, not taking me seriously, "Not stealing, I gave them-" I was interrupted by him, "I know the whole story, I just wanted to know if you are actually lying to me, to keep your high ego." I stood up and brushed off my suit, indicating that I was going to leave.

"When she comes over today, I want to see her, the girl who won the fight with my son." This man couldn't stop laughing as I opened the door, seeing that Matthew had left. I felt humiliated, embarrassed. Not because of the fact that Savannah was a girl, but she was the first person to ever beat me after I joined this company. Maybe it were just the thoughts that day, that had clouded my vision, the obvious signs that she wasn't just pretty, but who was I to judge?

I took the stairs these time, maybe a bit of sport would clear my mind, so I walked back down a stage, to my office. I wasn't going to let this girl win one more time, I was going to kill her, to make clear that everybody who only just stood in my way, would be eliminated.

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Okay, I wrote two chapters today, a bit proud of myself :)

Wordcount: 1121

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