This story is a roller coaster events of Mary's life which has many romantics, horrific yet every girl's dream sort of events.
Read this story to find out about her. . !
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****Present*****
"Ms. Jojo." My secretary called me out.
"Yes Lizzi?" I said.
"There is a meeting with Anderson Corp in an hour." She said spectacles perched on her nose.
"Ok. What else do we know about them?" I inquired about them while adjusting my blouse.
"They are big exporters of clothes here in the USA and um, they kind of have joint merger with Moretti and Volkov families." Lizzi told me.
Moretti. Volkov. These names bring back so many harsh memories that I visibly gulped down the fear and pain.
"What. Moretti. Volko. If they are having joint ventures with them than what are they going to do with us by having this meeting?" I almost shouted at her, pulling my hair.
What is going on here? - Me.
Have this meeting and find out. No good comes out from shouting from Lizzie except her tears. - Brain.
What if they find me? - Me.
We will see that when the time comes. - Brain.
"Umm. I don't know, Mary." She said sounding afraid.
I pinched my nose and took a deep breath. As decided, shouting at Lizie won't do any good. She doesn't know anything, and I'm already feeling bad at her fearful posture.
"I'm sorry, Lizzie. You know these families rub on me the wrong way. It's fine. Make the necessary arrangements and let me know when he comes, Ok." I instructed her as politely as I can.
What in the World is happening. Damn you both.
*****Past*****
I was numb. I don't remember when I came back to my apartment, changed into my nightwear, put food in Biskey's dispenser. I was in a state of shock.
Mafia...
Moretti...
Rape...
Oh Lord. Show me the right path.
What seemed like eternity, I stood up, turned on the lights and pushed curtains from the windowsill. The scene almost knocked out the remaining breath from my body and shattered me into a million pieces.
Bobby was sitting on his bench overlooking his shop, looking so lost and angry... he was just protecting me. I shouted at him, cussed at him without listening or asking him for more than his stance. I'm merely a pathetic girl.
After several minutes, I mustered up the courage and went to Bobby's shop. I have to apologize, or I'll die of guilt. I just have too. It is on my conscience.
