Antonio Gabriel Fontana and Emilia Louise Thompson are total opposites. Opposites that should never meet. But when their drunken selves set them up for drama, things go down.
This scandal can ruin his reputation and the reputation of the Fontana fa...
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I thank my driver as he pulls the door open for me and hands me my bag.
He gives me a quick nod and makes his way back to the front to wait for me to return.
I look up and scan the site in front of me.
I've been living in Lockwood my whole life and have been to this office building so many times but everything about it looks different.
Christian did leave his CEO position to focus on his mafia and his family and told whoever bought it to do what they'd like but it's a huge change.
It doesn't look like it's part of Lockwood.
The buildings galloped up to the clouds and had large windows reflecting the skylight. The new colours added made the building look more rich; the design was grand.
I stopped analysing the place which I probably do more than I should and Emilia was able to point that out.
No one ever notices me do that.
It's been with me since I turned twenty-one ten years ago.
Studying psychology affected me. I have to observe my surroundings. And growing up in a mafia, you kind of need to anyway.
I glance at my watch, make my way inside the main tall building and pause by the reception.
"Excuse me, I have a meeting with Me Thompson in five minutes."
The receptionist gives me a look, her eyes scanning my body, head to toe. Her eyes suddenly widen like she recognises me because she probably does from the media.
She laughs nervously and twirls her burgundy-coloured hair with her index finger. "You must be Me Fontana."
I internally roll my eyes. "Yes, I am."
She smiles. "Go to the thirtieth floor. He's the only one who has an office there. Just knock on the white doors and he'll see you."
"Thanks."
"Is there a chance I can get your num-"
I don't even let her finish before I'm already heading to the elevators.
I scan my watch. Two minutes.
Where the hell did time go?
I waited patiently trying to reach the top floor but of course, I stopped at almost every floor with people trying to get up with me.
Finally, after what felt like a long time, I arrived on the thirtieth floor.
My eyes take in the sight in front of me though I try not to pay too much attention as I'm already about a minute late.
My knuckles brush the side of the white doors nervously before I knock on the door.
