I woke up to an alarm. Peeling my body painfully off the bed as it screams in protest.
I cover my bruises on my neck and hold on to them to keep in my bag just in case I need them later. I grab my bottle of Tylenol and my water, gulp it down, and get dressed quickly so as to avoid my father.
I place the Tylenol and a couple bottles of water in my bag along with the makeup I use to cover bruises, and I head out the door, locking it softly behind me. I walk to the bus stop, waiting patiently for the bus to arrive.
The bus approaches and drops me off. I was still early by 15 minutes. I hit the elevator button door and instantly closed my eyes. The bright Florissant lights amplified my headache.
I hit the top floor button and waited for the doors to open. I keep the lights off and place the muffins in their respective spots. I place mine back in my bag; my appetite is nonexistent. I lean my head against the wall, and suddenly the lights flicker on.
"Good morning," Mr. Greyson says as he walks in, followed by Dexter and the other men.
I lightly smiled.
"Morning," my voice came out of nowhere and was unrecognizable even to me.
A few frowned their brows at me.
"Feeling alright?" Mr. Greyson asks me questioningly.
I nod simply. "Just a sore throat, nothing to fuss over," I say, looking across from the chair in the corner of the room.
Drinking water softly eases my sore throat.
Mr. Greyson nods.
"Well, are you going to join us?" He asked me, looking at me. I feel all eyes on me. As I walk to the empty chair, so many of the men are already indulging in the muffins.
"Shit Greyson Where did you get these? I'll have to stop by this bakery sometime." One of the men says:.
"Well, Alex, I didn't get them anywhere; Meredith made them." Mr.Greyson replied
Alex's response is, "Mi chiedo se hai lo stesso sapore dei tuoi muffin." Smirking at me
{I wonder if you taste as good as your muffins.}
"I'm glad you like the muffins. I work at a bakery, so these are one of the more simple things I know how to make." I say with a smile, only hearing muffins.
Before Dexter hits him over the head.
Odd
They continue talking.
"Meredith, get everyone some water; this meeting will last until lunch time." Mr. Grayson says, whispering against my ear as so many of his men look over the packet.
"Yes, sir," I say, leaving to go get the waters and replace them. I was having some difficulty with my vision, which was slightly blurry all of a sudden.
I walk back with the water in the same box I used yesterday.
Jermery looked at me with questioning eyes. "Are you sure you are fine?" He asks, reaching for the bottle. My eyes follow his movements.
I feel multiple gazes on me.
"Yes, I'm fine, "I say as convincingly as possible, not wanting to admit.
I sit down, my eyes straining as I read over all the reports. I see some of the numbers don't add up.
Confusion must have been heavily present on my face.
"Something the matter? Meredith." Mr. Greyson asks me.
I clear my throat, my voice still horse.
"I think there's just a typo somewhere on this page." I say showing him.
He turns to the lag quickly. "Show me where you are talking about." He asks, glancing at the page before him.
"I mean, I'm probably wrong, but your profit isn't aligning correctly; it shows over the course of these pages your profit should have been over. I paused 2.5 million, but the actual profit is only showing 2 million.
It's probably nothing but still concerning as it doesn't show anywhere the money went in shrinkage or other purchases; half a million dollars doesn't just vanish," I say with certainty, my voice horse and sore.
Dexter speaks up. "I believe she is right, sir. Want us to do some digging?"
"Yes, find out where the money went, boys." Mr. Greyson says
I was confused that they wouldn't just talk to the cops.
Maybe they have to look into personnel privately before bringing it to the cops attention.
I reach into my bag and grab 3 pills of Tylenol. The cold water soothes my sore throat.
The bright lights are making my head scream.
"Signore, what do you want us to do when we discover who has rubbed the soldi?" Jermery asks
{sir, what do you want us to do when we find out who stole the money?}
"lasciameli. È una questione personale, non posso credere di non averlo capito," Mr. Greyson says coldly.
{Leave them for me. This is personal; I can't believe I didn't catch that}
"Meredith, you work at a bakery, right?" Jermery asks me.
"Yes, I also volunteer at a nursing home from time to time on the weekends." I say with a small smile.
"What bakery?" Alex asks me with his mouth full.
I chuckle and smirk slightly. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Before rolling my eyes and flipping through the pages.
"Ms. Lannister, I am quite curious myself. You didn't put that down when you were applying." Mr. Greyson says to me.
"Well, I work Monday-Friday. It never asked what I did in my days off. My free time. A girl deserves her privacy. I guess if you really want to know where I work, you gotta find out yourself." I say with amusement in my voice.
"Oh, I will." Mr. Greyson says
I scoffed. "That a threat?" I laugh to myself. Rolling my eyes at the theatrics.
"No, it is a promise." He says in reply cockily.
I softly brushed my finger through my hair softly rubbing my sore head as if to soothe the ache away.
The rest of the day went incredibly well. We all headed out of the office together. I look out the big glass doors and notice it pouring. I mentally roll my eyes.
"Need a ride?" Mr. Greyson asked
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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...
