The Boss' Babies

Chapter 3

Angelica's POV

We were on the half hour ride heading towards his office in downtown Milan. And it was as awkward as hell. And I still haven't forgotten how he treated the twins. "Mr. di Angelo, I hope you don't take any offense but please refrain from being too close to the twins. I don't want them misunderstanding anything." The words were out before I could phrase them differently.

"What would they misunderstand Angel? And didn't I tell you to call me Luc?" he didn't bother glancing at me while he talked. His eyes were on the road. I envied his indifference on the topic because I am near to stammering right now.

I breathed in deep. I needed to gather all my courage before speaking again. "I noticed they were becoming too close to you in such a short period of time. The only male figure in their lives is my stepbrother Gerard. They've been bullied back home for not having a father. The way you're treating them might confuse them when circumstances change." I avoided referring to him as Sir or Luc. I didn't want to antagonize him but I didn't want to be too familiar with him too. It was already too much to be living in the same house as him.

"Tell me Angel, do you have plans on quitting your job soon?" he asked. I frowned at the question. Am I going to be fired soon?

"No, what makes you ask that?" I asked incredulously.

"You said something about circumstances changing," he explained briefly, smiling sardonically.

I took in another deep breath. It seemed that he was deliberately misunderstanding me. "What I meant was what if you start a family of your own? The twins would have to take a step back. I just don't want them getting used to having you as a father figure and have things changed. Besides, they're not your responsibility, but your actions are otherwise."

"Trust me Angel, that won't be happening sometime soon. Maybe even never." I decided to take his word on it for the meantime as we entered the underground parking of a high glass building at the heart of the business center. Lucca di Angelo must be a very rich and powerful man to afford having an office at this building. Or he might own the building himself.

We headed to the elevator and he pressed the top floor button. "And will you please stop calling me Angel?" I asked in a less than respectful tone. More like annoyed tone actually.

"In all honesty, I am not used to calling you with your name. I'm pretty sure you already know the reason for that, cara. Unless you want me to go back to my habit of calling you endearments, get used to being called Angel. Your first name is a mouthful and calling you Ms. Sanchez makes me feel like a hypocrite given our past."

My eyes widened at his lengthy response and his almost untraceable accent. What the hell is wrong with this man? Can he stop referring to our past lightly? Or maybe that one week together didn't matter that much to him as it did with me that's why he can take it lightly.

When we got to our floor, everyone stood at attention and paused whatever it was they were doing at his arrival. I could hear the whispered murmurs, wondering who I was.

When we reached the outside of his office, he turned to face us lowly employees. "Everyone, meet Angelica Sanchez. My new executive secretary. You know the rules. Everything that goes to me, must get through her first." He didn't bother with more explanations and I just gave a shy smile to everyone still paying attention the proceeded to follow him inside. His office was divided into two, an outer one with a table meant for me with a desktop computer, telephone and intercom. There was also big round table good for four people. When I had a glimpse of the inside of his office, I saw a massive desk with everything that he should need.

When I took a closer look, there were papers in my desk. He then turned to me. "Your first task is to go through those papers and make sure they're all accurate. Those are the financial reports for the last quarter. I need those by noon. If you need more figures, you can find it on the office system intranet. I'm sure you can find a way to access it. If you can't tell me. Review also the marketing plan if it's feasible. If not, email it back to the marketing team. Your lunch is at 12 to 1, same as me. Sometimes I might require you to join lunch meetings. Also, my schedule for the week is already fixed. Go through it. I sometimes need you to remind me of my meetings. It's part of your job to fix my schedule next week onwards. If anyone calls, there's a list somewhere there with the names which people to connect immediately to me, and which can be delayed. If anyone comes here, make sure to tell me first."

I was almost overwhelmed with what he said. I only expected to filter his calls, take notes on meetings and fix his schedule. I didn't expect to be trusted with financial reports or market studies. No wonder he paid extremely well.

I only nodded and took my seat behind the desk. He went inside his office and I finally took a sigh of relief. It's only my first day but I'm already overloaded with work. It's almost nine am and he expected me to finish these reports by noon? He's asking for a freaking miracle.

As I started going through the market study, I thanked God his employees were highly paid geniuses. All of the numbers seemed to add up. There were no discrepancies or inconsistencies. I was also impressed with those numbers. His profits amounted to billions. In each of his companies. The highest earning was still the shipping, followed by the real estate and the telecommunications. When I reviewed the market study, I realized he was planning to enter manufacturing. The man was obviously planning to expand his empire.

When I was almost through with the reports, the intercom suddenly sounded off. "Get me some coffee. There's a coffee maker in the pantry on the far side of the room. One sugar, no cream."

Pompous asshole. He was almost nice to me this morning. No he's back to being a jerk. I looked at the time and it was already half past eleven. It was almost my lunch break. I have to ask someone outside where I can eat. I stood up to make his damn coffee. I found some ground coffee and sent a silent prayer that the coffee maker was easy to manipulate.

I knocked briefly as I held the coffee cup in my hands. I hope the coffee burns his mouth. I placed the coffee on his desk, careful not to make any noise as he was on the phone. He looked at me ended the call. "Are you done with the reports?" I nodded silently. I don't want to be at the receiving end of his bad mood. "What about the market study?"

I shook my head. "I'm still studying it." He gave a terse nod.

"Give me the financial reports. You can finish the market study later. We're going to lunch together. We're eating with my friends. My sister is there and she wants to see you." I just nodded again and left it at that.

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