The Contract

Chapter 114-The Denial

TRAVIS'S P.O.V

I flipped through the pages of the file as I went through them, my phone buzzed in my blazer and I got it out, glancing at it, I answered it. "Ciao, mamma"

"Travis, what is this news I'm hearing going around?" She demanded. "What news?" I asked, flipping to the next page.

"Non fare il finto tonto con me!"

I glanced out the window as we drove, "Be specific, Mamma"

"How could you go against the Rossis'! How could you do that to Lorenzo! He's your sister's husband!" she exclaimed.

"Is that all?"

"Do not ask me that stupid question! What are you thinking, Travis? What are you hoping to achieve from this?" She demanded.

"You're at the brink of losing the company and you still go ahead doing things like this. The Roccis' are withdrawing their shares!"

"Good"

"Cosa c'è che non va con te?!" She exclaimed at my nonchalant behavior, "I'm busy right now, call if you have something important" with that I ended the call and placed back the phone.

That was exactly what I was going for, ruining the Roccis' image. That will teach him a lesson not to mess with her ever again.

We arrived the entrance and the door got pulled open, I stepped out, walking into the Empire.

I did this. This was all I needed.

With that I headed in, the workers around paying respect as I headed to the elevator. Tapping the button, I stepped in.

It got open at the 43rd floor and I got out. I didn't mind losing Alpha 3 any longer, I've done many shitty things to get it and it wasn't worth it.

"Mr Ferrari" Harrison called and I looked up, "You have a visitor" he informed and I paused in front of the door before turning to him, "Miss Diaz" he added and I let out a sigh.

"And the meeting?"

"It's in 15 minutes" he answered and with that I stepped in. Erica sprung up from the sofa immediately, turning back to me. A bright smile made way to her lips, "There you are!"

"What do you want?" I asked, heading to my desk. "Alright grumpy, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed" she muttered, walking to me.

I placed the suitcase on the table, "Hey" she appeared in front of the table as I sat down. Not getting a response from me, she went on. "How was Germany?"

I looked up at her, "What do I owe this visit?"

"Since when do you owe me anything? Come on, Trav—" she reached out for me but I caught her hand mid air.

"We have no scheduled meeting or appointment, so I don't see why you're here" I stated and she shot me a look.

"Since when do i need an appointment to see you?"

I sighed and got up, walking to the shelf. "Travis, what is your problem?! What did I do wrong?!" She called. "I don't enjoy repeating myself" I gritted, my hand tightening on the binder.

"Is this about her?" She asked and I paused. "This is about Pearl, right?" She asked, walking to me, hands crossed over her chest.

"This is about your wife"

"Don't bring her into this" I warned. "Oh please, you don't actually love her!" She countered and I sucked in a breath, walking back to the seat.

"Travis, I'm talking to you, you're not actually serious are you?!" She blocked my path. "You don't actually love her, you are not considering shits with Pearl! You and i—"