LUXURE

13. LOOK WHO IT IS

SCARLETTS POV

It's been a week since I took out the loan. Mom already got her first set of treatments done, I didn't tell her how much they cost I just told her we could afford it. I ended up having to pick up another job at a coffee shop that's open 24hrs. They were in dire need for someone to work the morning shifts, so I did just that. I work at the coffee shop from 4am to 7am and then I hustle over to the travel agency to work from 8am to 3pm. They cut my hours back for whatever reason, but part of me was thankful because it meant I got to spend more time with Jordie after work.

I just got off my shift at the coffee shop. I hung up my apron and grabbed my bag for my other job. I changed into more appropriate "business professional" attire in the single bathroom in the coffee shop, and I tucked my coffee shop clothes into my bag. I quickly clocked out and made my way to the subway. Luckily the travel agency was only a few stops away. When I walked through the doors I set my bag down on the floor by my chair and logged into my work computer. Mr. McConnor, as well as a few other agents, were busy in meeting after meeting, though I'm not sure though, no one tells me anything. Something about the big client they are working for? Maybe?

I was in the middle of addressing emails when Mr. McConnor came scurrying into the room.

"Scarlett, Mr. Russo will be here shortly, make sure you great him warmly and send him to my office right away! Oh and for Christ sake, show some skin girl!" He said as he scurried back down the hall. I hate that man. I deliberately did not unbutton my blouse and gave him a brief "Okay" even though I know he wasn't listening. Mr. Russo was apparently the "big client" everyone was so nervous about.

I let out a big yawn while in the middle of catching up on voicemails left on the office phone. I sift through all the voicemails and transfer them to the different departments in the agency.  As I was busy yawning and scribbling down information, I heard the front doors open. Without looking up, I finished my yawn quickly. Two jobs caught up to me quick. "Welcome to TNM Travel Agency." I said as I finished writing down the last piece of information. "How can I help..." I dropped my pen and didn't finish my sentence when I saw who had walked through the doors and was now standing in front of me. His dark green eyes staring into my soul.

Giovanni.

A million thoughts raced through my mind. Why was he here? Did he recognize me? What do I say? How do I act? Thoughts of his shirtless abs raced through my mind. Seriously? Now is not the time to be imagining him shirtless. I lightly shook my head to erase the thoughts as he stood there smirking at me. He looked even better than the first time I saw him. His hair was slicked back and he wore a suit that looked like it was cut and made just for him. To his right stood a man in an all black suit with a very stern look on his face, I think he was the same man that got me my drink at the club that night. I sat there gawking at Giovanni before he spoke up first.

"I believe I have an appointment." He said looking at the expensive watch on his wrist.

"Oh, um, yes. Mr. Russo?" I asked. I was so confused. There's no way he didn't recognize me, right? But if he didn't I'm not going to clue him in. I went along with whatever game he was playing. "Uh, yes, right this way." I said as I stood up from my chair to led him down the hallway to Mr. McConnor's office. Today of all days, I felt so self consious as he walked behind me. I could tell his eyes were scanning my body. I was thankful that of all days I wore the tight pencil skirt that compliments my ass, but the rest of me felt pretty unattractive. My makeup was dull considering I've been up since 3:30am working in a coffee shop. My hair, which was in a neatly made bun has since fallen out of the bun and I made a weak attempt at a loose braid. Me. McConnor had already expressed his dissatisfaction with my look. As we neared  Mr. McConnors office, in silence might I add, I knocked on his door alerting him of Mr. Russo's arrival.