Romanticismo Per Caso ❤

The Truth (Elias POV)

(This chapter is the same day as the last chapter just from Elias's perspective 😀)

I decided to tell Lorena's parents about the truth of my father's scandals this Saturday. Saturday was tomorrow, so I had time to form what I would say. I would tell them at the meeting that it was going to happen at 9 pm.

It took me a minute, but I wrote down what I intended to say. If I ever had another hobby when I was little, it must've been acting, considering my superior memorization skills with a script--not to boast. Though I didn't necessarily need a script for what I wanted to convey, putting my thoughts down on paper was helpful.

On Saturday, around noon, I noticed Lorena entering the room, her demeanor reflecting intimidation. While I was busy cutting vegetables and fruits, per usual, I couldn't help but observe how her parents tried to shut her out and were very short with her. As much as I hated it, part of me felt pity for her predicament.

A few incidents happened while I worked today, including some spills in the back of the kitchen.  Brianna raised her voice at me for dropping a cup of water that she needed, but I ignored her anger.  Strangely, I found myself being unusually clumsy throughout my work ever since Lorena and I ended our relationship.  

When the day was coming to a close, I took off my work attire and went to wash my hands before our usual meeting in the restaurant's shed.  Lorena and I were the last two remaining in the restaurant, and as I walked toward the back entrance, I noticed she had arrived before me.

We both hesitated, engaging in a silent standoff before Lorena insisted that I go first, waving her hand. "No, ladies first,"  I responded and waited for her to pass.  Together, we walked towards the shed, fidgeting along the way.

During the meeting, we delved into discussions involving the budget, supply and demand, and co-worker matters.  Lorena and I make eye contact regularly, but I felt as if she was watching me the entire time.  Mr. and Mrs. Offredi pretended as if the events of the previous night hadn't occurred, putting on a facade in front of Lorena who was full of dismay.

Lorena looks frustrated with her parents, but she does not try to cause another disagreement.  Thankfully, her parents did not cause any conflicts either.

"Well, thank you all for attending," Mr. Offredi wraps up the meeting with a slight grin on his face.  "We both wish you all a wonderful night," Mrs. Offredi adds.  Once everyone has left, I make my way up to them.  The silence of the room panged in my head.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Offredi," I start in a polite manner.  I hear Mr. Offredi clear his throat and he crosses his arms.  Even though I was taller than both of them, they intimidated me so much.  "I want to tell you both the truth about my family." I add, my tone becomes serious.  

"What about your family?" Mrs. Offredi exclaimed with a judgmental glare.  "My father is the one who owns SwiftNord Technology and he is the one who did all those crimes with small businesses," I admit, "He is the one who stole money from Offredi's."  

Both of their expressions froze and I was wondering for a moment if they were okay.  "And, honestly, I am risking a lot by telling you both this because if my dad knows I told you all, I'm risking the whole company and my inheritance," I confess to them, but they are both still frozen solid.  

Mr. Offredi's eyebrows drew closer together.  "Elias, we don't believe you.  Cut the act," He bluntly tells me.  "Also, we really don't need you anymore working here because we're not short staffed anymore."  Mr. Offredi looks at Mrs. Offredi and she pulls up her phone.  

"See, we have a new co-worker coming in next week!" She says enthusiastically.  The phone displays a picture of a new employee that is going to be working named "Rachel." I shake my head in disappointment.  

Unable to comprehend their disbelief, I questioned them with anger, but Mrs. Offredi accused my whole family of being habitual liars.  They instructed me to turn in my name badge the next day, signifying my termination. 

I cannot believe it, I am fired.