The Mafia's Heir

Chapter 15

I looked around the room at everyone and sighed. They all had the same expression claiming their faces. Boredom. This meeting was dumb and I don't know why dad had me in here to take notes. What notes? They were complaining about the same thing. The department heads from the first and second floor complained about their employees not taking their jobs seriously. They were bringing down the revenue of the company. They were making less than they were two months ago.

I leaned forward and put my elbows on the table. This was really causing me to want to go to sleep. Nothing had ever been this boring. Except for my wedding. My phone vibrated, causing me to jump and a few people cast weird glances toward me. I looked down and noticed I had a text from the group chat. Why were they doing this now?

16:20 PM Danny💍: Ignore us babe. Look at the texts later

16:21 PM Zach🍆: Oh and the bakery is sending something to your meeting

16:21 PM Zach🍆: Should spice things up a bit

16:22 PM Danny💍: You could have just boxed me up and sent me

16:23 PM Zach🍆: She's leaving us on read. Stop saying stupid stuff

I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. How did I end up with two men who thought differently? They were in the mafia together, how did they not have the same mindset?

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Everyone's head snapped that way and the lights were turned back on. I smirked and waited for someone to open the door. A delivery man was standing there with four boxes stacked in his arms.

"Delivery for Mrs. Black," he said. Every head turned to me.

"Just set them on the table," I ordered. "Is everything paid for?"

"Yes. Have a great day, Mrs. Black." He walked out and closed the door. When I watched him through the glass, he glanced at me and winked. Ooh, you sneaky man. I knew one of the boys told him to do it. I smirked and waved him away.

"Help yourselves," I said.

They didn't have to be told twice. There were two boxes of assorted sandwiches and two boxes of fruit tarts, Danishes, and muffins. I watched silently as some people thanked me and began talking amongst themselves. I am sort of glad dad isn't in the room. I don't think I would have survived his stares of...of what? It's not like I enjoy getting praise from a father I just met yesterday.

"First of all," I started. A few of them looked at me. "We need to set some things straight. I don't know what rumors some people have been telling you, but you all need to stay out of my love life. Just know that if I hear from anyone that you're interested in who I'm dating or married to...just know I'll be a brat just like some of you think I am and get you fired."

Some people gulped. Others stared at me blankly. Two of them just shrugged.

"Do I make myself clear? If I don't, and you think getting you fired isn't bad, I'll make sure you'll never be able to work in the state of Nevada ever again..."

The two that shrugged looked at each other, then me. I sent them a devious look and nodded. They had to know that I wasn't playing. If anyone says something about me and my dating issues, I will play their game. I'll play better and harder. Test me.

"Anywho, I thought maybe we shouldn't talk about the problems in each of the departments, but how you're gonna fix them." I smiled. "Anyone have any suggestions? What about you guys from the Music department?"

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It's been nearly a month since I started working for my father. It's been easier than I thought. Especially when my birthday was just around the corner and everyone was treating me like a queen. I hated it, but who could resist a little love? Even my co-workers were happy for me. I mean, I am the CEO's daughter.