Billionaire's Bed | ENGLISH - FREE

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The Board of Directors is made up of people whom I greatly admire and I am pleasantly surprised to learn that today I will have the opportunity to work with them, to form a working group with each of these people who introduce themselves by video call. Not without first having to put aside thoughts that worry me like the painting I've hung or Leonardo's message where he says he loves me, what the hell has gone through his head or is he doing?

Riccie is the first to introduce himself, a fashion consultant and a trend seeker He generally knows how to see the future, or so he was cataloged by magazines that assign him the role of visionary in the coming seasons, knowing what marks the future in clothing tastes and androgynous clothing.

In second place is Siomara, a specialist in law and intellectual property, a branch that every artistic discipline must have. Because fashion, in addition to being a market and being technical, is an artisan's work that is then produced in series.

Third, Kiki, an eighteen-year-old transgender girl, a fashion influencer with a great future ahead of her and studying business administration to apply this to her passion with which she seems to have been born under cradle talent.

Nina, specialist in human resources and work motivation, experience working for large companies such as Facebook and Grupo Litnet.

Caroline, from the USA, in charge of the advertising campaign and marketing.

Leonardo, owner of the investment firm.

And I...Iggi. Founder of the brand? Now having to change the terms makes me feel a bit foreign to myself, from mentioning myself as "founder" and no longer "the girl with the underwear sets" or "brand" instead of "the workshop". In short, everything else is born from the word, so the best thing will be to name each thing for how it deserves it in the end.

After finishing the conference by video call, more than an hour and a half has already passed. I go to the coffee maker putting the hot water and receiving the aroma that the coffee exudes in a delicious way.

However, my phone starts to vibrate.

A call comes in from Joshua.

Oh, heavens, men have me up to the crown, but I've been dragging problems in which I already have a hard time closing history.

I attend to him, above all, in the face of the possibility that things may be running at a certain gravity.

"Josh, what's wrong?"

"I had a free moment and I wanted to talk to my girl."

"I'm not your girl.

"Don't be like that, you know that everything that happened was just a misunderstanding. She is no longer here at home."

"Joshua, please don't mention that anymore."

Because it immediately reminds me of Leonardo the night I cheated on my boyfriend in Milan.

And, as if you could call people just by thinking, a message enters my SMS inbox. A missed call from Leonardo Ferrari.

Blessed be God, is this a joke?

"Okay," Joshua tells me. " I'll not talk about it. Will you spend the night at the workshop again? Come sleep at home, please."

"I need to think about it."

"But yesterday you took only the essentials and some books."

"Books can be essential too, Josh."

"Will you come home to sleep tonight?"

"If you ask to know whether or not to invite your friends to play Play..."

"Or friends."

"Josh!"

"Just kidding, just kidding."

Immediately afterwards, someone knocks on the other side of the door and slowly opens it. It's Lydia. Is this the first time she just open without waiting for me to tell her to enter?

"Excuse me, Iggi, it's the boss. The CEO..."

And she shows me her personal cell phone.

Has Leonardo called you to communicate with me?

"Gosh," I mumble.

"I think you're already busy," Josh tells me, disappointed.

Lydia insists:

"He says it's urgent.That it has to do with the paintings. And two more have just arrived waiting outside."

"Nope!"

Shit, that'll make things even uglier. That woman is a criminal, she can't use my ignorance to do this to me!

Just because I don't know about Art doesn't mean this bitch can fuck me like this and I don't even know her.

"Go with him, apparently you have other priorities today," Joshua tells me with a hurt tone, obviously disappointed.

"It's not what you think, and why the hell should I explain myself? "

"I only ask you, Iggi, not to blame me again for something that corresponds to you. Iggi you have disappointed me so much."

Lydia insists,

"Mr. Ferrari says that if you don't attend to him immediately, they'll leave the paintings in the workshop and leave."

"Did you let them in?" I ask indignantly.

"I haven't taken the things out of their wrappers. The packages are closed, but they need your signature to assign the Received."

"You have bigger business with important people right now," Joshua blames me in his role of victimization; I haven't done any harm to him, but the truth is that I have made a lot of mistakes with him. Money and work changed me.

"Don't say that!" I reply him.

Lydia presses, "What do I do?"

"Don't sign anything for them!"

"Sign what?" Joshua asks.

"I haven't changed!" I assure him, trying to answer everything at the same time.

"So..." he murmurs."Do you still love me?"

That question does leave a void and I have to fix things:

"Wait for me for dinner," I say, giving in. And I hang up.

I have something else to take care of today, but a part of me wants to give in to him... What if he really wasn't with another girl? Am I as important in his life as he says?

Finally I turn to Lydia:

"Pass me Leonardo, please, and go downstairs to hold the cadets. Don't let them go without taking those paintings back or we'll all be in deep trouble!"