𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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Six days ago I accepted the offer Ms. Marino made me, three days ago I read the contract a thousand times, and yesterday night I finally signed it and sent it to Thomas who told me that if I was free today I could meet Gianna. Have I been overthinking this every hour since then? If I should actually do this? Yes, yes I have. And It's not that I don't think I can't do it, I believe I can, I'm not only trained in security but I also know my way around people who are struggling with drugs and alcohol. I have volunteered in rehab centers since I was twenty-one like my mother used to do.
My father was an alcoholic, my grandfather, too, and my uncle struggled with both drugs and alcohol. Not to mention that my grandparents from my mother's side died in an accident caused by a drunk driver. To put it simply, we could say that I'm pretty educated in the matter. I know how difficult it is to deal with any kind of addiction and how difficult it is to seek help. So if I'm really the only option that poor girl has then I'm going to try my best to help her.
In about three hours I will meet with them back at the lawyer's office, and I have to admit I'm both curious and scared. I haven't done any research on either Valentina or Gianna, mainly because I know for a fact how vicious reporters can be and I would like to have a fair first impression on them. Or on Gianna at least, I already have a pretty constructed first impression of Valentina and it isn't a good one.
Ms. Marino is definitely the kind of person my uncle was referring to when he said he would never get inside this side of the security business. Entitled spoiled elitists who think they are better than everyone because they have more cars and Birkin bags. It's stupid, really.
And I was born into a wealthy family myself but thankfully my parents taught me how to be grateful for what I have and to treat everyone around me with respect. We might not all be the same economically speaking but that doesn't mean we are better or worse than others. At the end of the day, we all have the same rights and duties and that's what we should focus on.
"What are you doing? I have been standing here for a while and you didn't even notice me." Vera's voice brings me straight back to reality and I turn my head to meet her by the door.
Turns out I have been staring at my reflection in the mirror across my room in complete silence for a lot longer than I thought.
"I was just thinking, I'm meeting Gianna today, Ms. Marino's daughter. In about three hours." I tell her.
"Wait, Gianna Marino?" Vera asks, her tone full of shock as she makes her way inside my room. "The Gianna Marino." She repeats the name again.
"I guess? Why are you so surprised?" I thought I had told her Gianna was the person I was supposed to protect not Valentina. "Didn't I tell you already?"
"No, pedazo de idiota! You just mentioned a Ms. Marino, never a name so I thought it was someone else. You have no idea of who the Marinos are don't you?" (You did not, you idiot)
