He was Leaning in the doorway with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbows. And I noticed the fine line of muscle in his forearms. He couldn't have been more than 23- barely a year older than me, but his shoulders were already wide and there was a dark hollow at the base of his neck. His chin had a scar on one side- just a small dent, like a fingerprint in plasticine-and he was wearing a sneer, which even then I knew he was doing desperately. When I finally met his scaly green eyes, I noticed they were studying me the same way I studied him.
"Can I help you?" I asked and began typing my emails again, he snapped out of his trance and shook his head. "No I'm just wondering if u like the office"
I turned to look at him again I smirked " its great, thanks" he smiled and left the room.
I rolled my eyes, the meeting was going to start soon so I closed my new purple laptop and headed to the door.
It was very quite when I left my new office, I could only hear my heals on the carpet .
I walked towards an elevator which would take me to the meeting room, the elevator opens and
Him, ahh there he is that mother fucker I thought to myself. I stepped into the metal box and pressed the 'level 3' button.
I could feel his eyes they where everywhere. I elbowed him in the chest when he got to close. "You bitch" he grumbled as I smiled.
" you may find this funny but you're so stupid. And you have to sit near me today as your an important business partner" Elliot winked, the basted winked at me. I glared back "I'm not sitting with you" I replied. He grabbed my wrist and stared me down .
After a back and forth confrontation the elevator dinged and he put a hand on my lower back leading me out so that everyone could see but I shoved him off almost immediately.
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Mr & Mrs Mafia
Short StoryLuna a very successful business owner and CEO. She has a conference in Italy and meets her worst nightmare. Elliot Louvre. What will happen
