The Billionaire's Girl | 18+

CHAPTER FIVE

I bought ceramic vases, a Chinese terracotta mug, just for casual decoration purpose. Some frails and a tree shaped like a miniature pine.

While shopping for my equipments, I caught a glance of a very flamboyant picture, probably, a possible meet & greet.

I took a closer look.

Meet Violet DeRossi for only four hundred dollars, take pictures, and get your autographs.

On 21st December 2017.

It reminded me of the Violet my boss was speaking to this morning. In all possibilities, the same one.

Today was Friday.

And I can not wait to have fun at Alex's Bar and Club with my pals.

I was decorating my office room when I overheard a conversation outside my closed door. I heard Mr.Alfonsino speaking over to someone named Alex Labarinté and as far my general knowledge is concerned, he is owner of Alex's Bar and Club.

Apparently my boss was talking to him about a party. I scoffed my mind off it and readily continued with my work. I made the curtains and in a minute I gave the bare room an 'office-like' makeover.  The phone on my desk rang, startling me.

"Johnathan here. How can I help you?" became my regular dialogue 

"Good Morning, Miss Johnathan, Christian Alfonsino here" if you could call voices curvy, his voice was exactly it. Maybe he's one of the Alfonsino brothers. Alfonsino's are notoriously known of having a long family chain. It is said of them that every fourth face in Italy is their descendant.

I cleared my throat.

"How can I help you, sir?" 

"Can you fix my appointment with Derozio?" he asked. I gulped as I brought out Mr.Alfonsino's regular files. This guy must be close enough to Derozio Alfonsino to be on a first name basis.

"One minute sir" I said. He held up the call till I went through all of Mr. Alfonsino's documents and I finally got the answer.

"Mr. Alfonsino isn't free until next week" 

"Oh" he gasped "what are his plans?" 

"He has a meeting with the Beverley Beats and Chanelle Hotels today, he's flying to Indonesia tomorrow. He'll come back next week. Thank you sir, have a nice day"

Saying which, I hung up. I took a heavy breath and went back to work.

I had made my files and my room. It looks exactly the way I wanted it to look.

My phone was on its last bar and I had two missed calls from Alison, my best friend. Heaven knows if my phone was dead or had I been deaf.

I decided not to call her back now else a heavy box of questions would be toppling on my head.
Questions that even the Joe guy from Vogue 73 questions never asks.

I was ready to leave and I walked towards my boss's office. His clean and perfect room was looking like a dumping box. As if a hurricane has just passed its way through.

He was on his phone and his hair dishevelled, his tie lay on the ground. He was running his hand though his hair and his shirt sleeves were folded up.

He looked furious and when he was done, he sat with his head in his hands. 

"Sir?"

"What do you want?" he asked angrily

"I have done my work.. can I get home?" I asked clutching my dress.