In love with his own killer

XXIII

Chapter 23
Treasure POV:

"I have no idea what to wear, help me." Liz shouted. I tried helping her but I couldn't find anything for her to wear. I'm lying. I helped her for 5 minutes but everything I told her to wear she said no so I gave up.

Before I could shout back my response, someone knocked on her door. "Can you open it for me please?" She once again shouted from her room.

Opening the door revealed both Gianna and Noami earning all three of us to emerge into a hug. "Long time no see." I said as we broke the hug.

"I know right, I needed this girl's night out." They came in fully through the door, closing it behind them.

"Where's Bri?" Noami asked.

"She's in her room trying to find an outfit." Speaking of the devil, Liz walked out the room just as happy to see the girls. She gave them a hug then went back to her sad mood.

"Why you look like that?" I laughed.

"I can't find an outfit."

"Why you not helping her?" Gianna mocking Liz's sadness.

"I was."

"But she gave up on me." Liz finished my sentence.

"Y'all would too if y'all was here to witness her a few minutes ago."

They promised they'd help her find an outfit, making Liz's mood brighten. We then got into our clubbing mood and did our little pre party. We played music and did our pre party shots before changing to our classic wine drinking.

We all managed to fit into Liz's room going into pairs. Gianna was helping Liz find an outfit while me and Naomi started our makeup.

"How's work?" I asked.

"Don't get me started. I love working for Mr. Lombardi and all but his working life is so busy." She replied.

"That must be hard. Being at his beck and call all the time." I wouldn't know the feeling of being someone's assistant but I can tell working under a person that's so powerful means you need to be your best and always on time with your shit.

"It is, especially during his busy weeks. On his day to day's, it's chill with checking emails, making his schedules and all the basics.."

"I'm guessing this week wasn't one of those day to day's."

"You guessed right. He had meetings every goddamn day for more than 2 hours. And I have to sit there with him and take notes, bring refreshments, push back stuff not expecting for the meeting to be so long. Then you got other bitch ass assistants that get mad when I tell them that Lombardi's gonna have to reschedule, like I feel you, changing schedules is not fun so don't get mad at me you chose this job." She started rambling about her week and I couldn't do anything to help her but listen.

"Well on the bright side, you're gonna have fun tonight. You don't have to think about Lombardi or your job, just have fun and let loose."

"You're right except for the fact imma have to go back there again bright and early tomorrow morning. So I can't fully let loose."

"I hope this week is better for you."

"Yea me too. What about you though, how's life?"

"Life's been life. I don't know how to describe it." How do I tell her that I'm trying to figure out plans from mafia's to figure out my next step to take down Moretti without telling her I'm trying to find out plans from mafias to take down Moretti?

"Talk to me, how's school?"

"Well I'm still hanging on to dear life for it. I also have classes bright and early tomorrow as well."