IT was a cold dark night. Somewhere in the city was the opening of the new Opera house that Vincenzo Armani created. The business mogul wanted to expand his business. In front of the Opera house there were a lot of people in front it waiting to get...
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SINCE THE MORNING THAT I had woken up I have been in such a bliss that I've never been in. Everything had been going well since the morning, Vincenzo has been treating me like a Princess, he made me breakfast in bed. We showered together and it was filled with pleasure. And since yesterday I have been on a cloud nine.
I should have known better, I should have known that this wouldn't last.
The amount of missed calls from my dads and Zoya raised a lot of flags. I was going to call one of my dads but suddenly Zoya started calling me again. I quickly picked.
"Zoya, whats happening? My dads have also been calling me."
"Honey, where are you right now?"
"Why won't you tell me what's happening first?"
"First I need to know where you're so that I can tell you that." She calmly says but I couldn't keep calm while being in the unknown. I tried to calm myself. "I'm at the airport, why?" She let out a sigh of relief.
"Don't go on any social media till you're back at the house, promise me." I don't even use social media a lot but to help my career I made one in case people wanted to contact me for whatever reason. But I barely use the apps.
It's not like I wouldn't be home soon, "okay, I promise." I looked around till I flagged down a taxi. The ride went slow due to the rush, it made me anxious since I wanted to know what happened.
During the ride I looked around and the scenery almost get my mind of the intrusive thoughts but not for long.
"Do you mind if I put the radio on?" I nod in response, we were almost at the house so I don't really mind and maybe this would help to get my mind of things.
"It's so hard to put on a good station but young people like you don't even use it." The driver starts conversing. I don't understand why he is talking to me while we're close to my home, but I'm going to be polite.
I didn't know how to reply to the comment so I just flashed a a polite smile.
"Or are you different?" Why would he even ask that, "no I'm the same like the rest." The polite smile was still on my face, he hummed as he fiddled with the radio.
He finally made a choice and put it on a station. "Finally a good one." He mutters. I just glanced at him before I looked through out the window. The station had to be regarding business moguls since I heard some names that Vincenzo had mentioned before.
"All those corporate businesses only care about money." The man mutters. It has always been like that, I thought to myself.
Suddenly the conversation turned towards Vincenzo Armani, I didn't expect to hear about him. Right at the moment we arrived at my home but when I started to leave, I heard something that made me freeze.
