Hating The Mafia King

12: Unexpected Twist

It's been a few days since Richie proposed to me, and since then, it feels like I've stepped into a whole new world. Suddenly, I find myself in the spotlight, and it seems like everyone knows who I am. Being engaged to the youngest billionaire in town definitely comes with its perks!

Aside from being a popular figure, things have been okay between me and him although I noticed some changes in Richie's behavior, he seems to be very angry lately and he is always talking on the phone- yelling and screaming at the person he is speaking with. Not that I care but I am curious, maybe something happened, something about his business perhaps.

I am currently at work and heading to meet Richie outside. He is waiting for me out in front. As Richie's assistant, I have to accompany him to the buildings he put his investment in and I have to write proper feedback on the way things are going on the site. I seriously don't see the need considering Richie is getting a full report of the work situation but since it's my job I just have to do it.

I join Richie inside the vehicle, and he pecks my cheek once I am seated. He never gets tired of acting like we are the most perfect couple. I look out the window as Richie barks in the Italian language to the person on the phone. This is just another day of him being mad at someone. Honestly, I don't care about what Richie is talking about but I am curious because I think it's about something important. How I wish I knew Italian language fluently, I would have known what Richie was talking about. I only know a few words in Italian but with the way Richie is talking, it will be hard for me to understand a word he is saying.

No sooner did we arrive at the site, and Richie was still glued to his phone. I give a quick nod of gratitude to Richie's driver as he opens the door for me, and I step out of the car. Richie wraps his arm around my waist, and we walk together into the unfinished building.

Since Richie is still occupied on the phone, I decide to take matters into my own hands and start getting things in motion. I approach the construction manager, a blond-haired woman holding a checklist, and introduce myself. "Good morning," I say with a friendly smile. "I'm Rachel Green, Richard Maranzano's assistant." I extend my hand for a handshake.

"Megan Scott," she responds, shaking my hand. "I recognized you the moment you arrived. You're Mr. Maranzano's fiancé, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," I reply, trying to downplay it a bit.

"So what brings you by?"

"Well, I'm his assistant and it's my job to oversee the progress of this project from time to time," I explain. "By the way, I would like to get more information about the progress of the building. How long do you think it will take to complete it?" I ask, eager to get a clear timeline.

"Well, with the way things are going, I reckon it'll take a couple of months. Maybe eight months at most," Megan casually responds.

"Eight months?" I question, feeling a bit concerned. "That's two months later than Richie - I mean, Mr. Maranzano - wants. He has plans for a big annual celebration around that time and he intends to launch a new building and business simultaneously," I explain, hoping Megan understands the urgency.

"I don't know. I don't think we can finish it up in six months. We have a lot to take care of you know." She says

"Oh okay, I think I will have a talk with Mr Maranzano or perhaps a meeting with your colleague to further discuss it," I suggest, wanting to address the timeline issue. "And speaking of documents and licenses, do you happen to know which ones are still pending before we can wrap up the construction project?" I inquire