I walk out, still holding the file of freshly printed paper. He walked into the room he wanted and began stapling them. Lining them up with each chair. I nodded in acknowledgment. Okay, that's done. I knock on his door and hear him on the phone again.
"One second," he says, his voice muffled behind the door. The other guy is watching me carefully.
I nervously pick on my fingers.
I am waiting for him to call me in.
"Faresti meglio a trovare i farmaci e ad occuparti della situazione prima di me."
{You better find the drugs and take care of the situation before I do.}
"Beh, una volta che lo trovi carino da morire."
{well, once you find him, cut off his head,}
"Come in," he says behind the door. His gaze was still on the computer.
"I've finished the task you asked for. Would you like some coffee or water, sir?" I ask him.
"Actually, yes, can you take this card and go across the street to the Italian restaurant and pick up my usual? Tell them my name, and they will do the rest."
"Yes, sir. I'll be back as soon as possible." I say, grabbing the card.
"4586," he says.
"4586?" I ask.
"The pin?" He says this, arching his brow at my stupidity.
"Yes, the pin is 4586," I say with a nod before walking out and heading to the elevator.
I hit the button, taking a breath. As the door bangs open. I harshly butted my lip and hit the first floor.
The elevator jolted me down. I close my eyes tightly. Breathe. I tell myself to breathe.
The doors open, and I walk out, looking for the Italian restaurant, and walking in the ringing of the doorbell, showing a customer has entered.
"Hello. My boss requested that I pick him up some lunch. His name is Greyson." I say it with a small smile.
"Ahh, yes, coming right up." The small lady says I sit down on the chairs they have by the front door. The cool breeze blows by me, and customers come and go.
"Here you go." She says to me, sitting it on the counter.
"Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate it." I swipe the card and type in the pin.
"It's no worries, bambina," she says to me.
{baby}
"Well, anyway, thank you! Have a wonderful rest of your day." I say it with a smile. Carrying his bag of food. I notice a drink beside it too, so I know he won't need one, at least right now.
I carefully walk back to the elevator, push the button yet again, and push the top floor.
My nerves are shot, and this isn't getting any easier.
The elevator doors open, and my hands are full. I lightly kick the door.
"Come in," he says, saying he's still on the phone.
I push the door open with my elbow successfully.
He was still on the phone. I set down the food and his card. Making an attempt to leave before he holds up his pointer finger.
I stare at his shoes. I was lightly biting my lip in nervousness.
"Devo fare tutto da solo? Dimenticalo, me ne occuperò io. Sai cosa dicono se vuoi che qualcosa venga fatto correttamente devi farlo da solo."
{Do I have to do everything myself? Forget it; I'll handle it. You know what they say: if you want something done correctly, you have to do it yourself.}
He hangs up.
"Thank you. Did you have lunch yet?" He asks me, looking up and opening his bag.
"Oh no, not yet. Is there anything else I can do for you at the moment?" I ask with a smile.
"Yeah, you can take your lunch." He says this as he digs into his food.
I nod, "Yeah, sir. 30 minutes?" I ask
"1 hour," he says, taking a drink.
"Okay. Thank you. I'll see you in an hour, sir."
I turn on my heel and walk out softly, closing the door behind me. I walk into the break room. Sitting down and playing on my phone. I rub my side in a comforting manner. The bruises are still fresh and painful.
The other guy, whose name I don't know, says
"Everything alright?" Watch me run my side.
I retract my hand quickly. "Yeah," I say quickly.
"My name is Dexter." He says he is holding his hand out.
"Meredith," I say, shaking his hand.
He simply nods before sitting down and eating his food.
I softly chew on my nails as I read a book on my phone.
I hear movement behind me as Greyson throws away some trash.
"I thought I told you to take your lunch." He says this, looking at me.
"You did, sir," I say, looking at him, unsure.
"Then why aren't you?" He asks me, glaring slightly.
"I am, sir. I'm not sure what you mean." I said, looking at him. I feel Dexter looking at me too.
"Did you bring your lunch? You know most people eat lunch. Not read." Greyson asks me, looking at the screen of my phone.
"Oh no, I didn't bring anything. I normally don't eat lunch." I say it with a small smile.
His eyes trail up my body and to my face.
"Well, you will be running around a lot; you should probably reconsider. I wouldn't want you to feel faint." He says.
Little did he know it was a very common thing for me. Money was often so tight from my dad's drug habit that sometimes we would only get one meal a day or go a couple of days without it just so my dad could get high.
I softly smile. "Thank you for the advice, sir."
He simply nods and walks away.
Glancing back at my phone. My body aches when I sit still.
Dexter breaks the silence. "Are you sure you're alright? You kind of look like you're in pain or something."
"Yes, I'm fine. I just had a fall down some stairs the other day." I say it convincingly.
Which wasn't a complete lie. I was pushed, but I'm leaving that out."
His eyes read mine. For a while. "If you say so," his voice sounded unconvinced.
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Dangerous black ties
RomanceA simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest da...
