Indebted

Chapter Twelve

8:30am

And we were still no closer to the Stark building. I glared out the window feeling gloomy and depressed.

"I will never make it on time."grumbling to myself folding my arms over my chest.

"Don't worry you will get there with moments to spare and congratulations on your new job even though it is but a temporary one."

Again I could get whiplash

"What do you mean by temporary?" I snap

"Wives within the syndicate are barely allowed to work"

"Then how am I going to preoccupy my time?"

"You can discuss this with the other wives, they would know better."

"Don't bullshit me Amerigo you know." anger replacing my tears.

"As I remember correctly they shop, warm their husband's bed and make babies."

"I will never" I choke clenching my fist wanting to hit him so badly.

I hated these Carsarro men Nickolai, Amerigo not wanting to meet the rest of his family.

"But Nickolai got me the job"

"Yes but it's just temporary, just to preoccupy you time until after the wedding."

I slump in my seat willing myself not to cry. Amerigo is right crying is a sign of weakness and I need to be strong, fierce to get through this.

8:55am

My mood dark and gloomy as we pulled up on the curb. I was in a trance as I existed the vehicle, my eyes swollen and puffy.

In my dreams I'd imagined working here tipping my head back following the line of the building it seem like if it was touching the sky.

In my dreams I had worked my way up through hard work and dedication, now I have found myself living in a nightmare as Amerigo pulled out his ID from his inner pocket. There was no need to ask who owned this impressive building because I already knew the answer.

"What about the bar, it just can't run itself " as we walked through the modern glass door.

"She is with me" flashing his ID at the two guards dressed in black business suits.

"We will discuss that later come on you are late as it is." walking over to the bank of elevators across the marble flooring knowing it was pointless to argue I will only get frustrated.

With a shaky inhalation I entered the cab the doors closing behind us.

Twenty floors later I was walking down a brightly lit hallway to a bullet proof double glass entrance. The receptionist behind the cherry wine desk pushed quickly to her feet when she saw us waving lightly.

I waved back walking pass the reception area turning left all the way to the end where we made another right to an opened space lined with cubicles.

"This one is yours" pointing to my metal desk and chair stackes of paper piled on top.

"Thanks" twisting my mouth ruefully dropping my purse, laptop, phone at the bottom drawer slipping off my heels replacing them with flats.

"Will you like a cup of coffee I could sure do with one." I nodded booting my computer slumping in my chair.

"Good morning Ms Emily." I pushed to my feet to great the boss. Even though we have only met once at the interview almost a year ago he still remembers me and I him.