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𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, a successful, rich, smart, boss for the number 1 top best hotel. King's Hotel is a luxurious hotel with amazing workers and chefs. But everyone says he has a nasty attitude.
Lorenzo needs a personal assistant...
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✾Zaran✾ I sat down and opened my poem notebook, I started writing.
Fire
A girl is never filled with fire when they were born. They start to light up from the people. The people who yell at her, the people who sexualize her, and the people who tell her empty promises.
A girl starts to rage when their father isn't there when her own mother tells her things no mother should call their daughter.
A girl starts to become short-tempered when no one is listening to her and when no one believes in her.
A girl is filled with fire because of the people, not because she's crazy.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖
I reread my poem and sigh, I suck at this. I always loved writing poetry but man it is hard.
I have my day off today and I couldn't be more relieved. A smile crosses my face as I slowly spin around in my office chair and let out an audible sigh of relief.
༻Lorenzo༺
I sit slumped on the couch, filling out what feels like an endless mountain of paperwork on my laptop.
Diana storms inside the room and screams. I lower my laptop and gave her a concerned look.
"You good?"
"My boss won't give me a day off tomorrow and I need it!" she shouts.
I snicker and licked the corner of my lip, "Do you have a good reason?"
"I don't feel well but he won't let me call out! Lorenzo tells him I need a day off," she begs.
I shook my head and turned the TV on.
"Pleasee, come on we're best friends for a reason!" she groans, walking over to me.
I roll my eyes as I feel her tug my arm to get my attention.
"Oreo please," she whines.
"Okay, damn," I replied.
She squealed and hugged me, "I need to make an appointment tomorrow to get my nails done,"
I scoff, "I thought you said you were sick?"
She starts to cough and hit her chest, "Yeah, totally, but I also need a manicure,"
Diana always wants to have her nails done, gosh.
She takes my water bottle and takes a sip out of it.
"That was mine," I mumbled.
"It's mine now," she replied.
"You could've just gone to the mini fridge and got you a drink," I grumbled.
She takes a hesitant step forward and carefully sits down next to me, her eyes fixing on the paperwork I'm stuck in the middle of.
I also have to go down and make sure everything is going well and the workers are doing their jobs.
