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"How the fuck you didn't read her resume before you hired her?" Moreno asked me with a frown as soon as Antea exited the kitchen.
"It's not like that. When I met her I took a photo of her so Fabio can run a quick check up on her. And she came out clean and as for her resume I skipped through it and then I called this fucker to check her more clearly. And he did." I said defensively pointing at Fabio "I wouldn't hire her if I didn't know she was clean."
I didn't read the resume I just skipped through it and then put it in the drawer in my desk. I had so much shit happening that day so I just send an order to Fabio to check on her.
To be completely honest I thought that she was appalling for a job of a waitress or something like that.
I would never in million years guess that she would be a translator. Let alone know that many languages.
'So she is not just beautiful, but smart too.'
"She is not really Croatian..." Fabio started making us switch our gaze on him. "Her father is Portuguese, actually that whole side of the family."
"Yeah.." Marino sighed while rubbing his face from the previous laugh. "Only her mother is.. no, actually neither she is from Croatia she is somewhere from south Italy. But when they met in Croatia they stayed there."
"We kinda run a check up on them when we met..." Dante trailed of looking between all of us. "Although Antea doesn't know anything about that part of the family story."
They all nodded and we fell into silence. Until Dante didn't turned to Fabio and punched his shoulder "And don't you dare to say something like that about her again."
"What did I do now?" Fabio wined rubbing his shoulder.
"You called her one of Xavier's cheap whor-" Dante started but I cut him.
"She is NOT a whore." I said loud and clear making their heads snapped at me again. "Now cut this bullshit and start to do some work." I said and exited the kitchen.
I'm so fucking annoyed, what for do I pay this fuckers. How in the hell did Russians send those messages to Antea or even better question is how did they take that photo without being noticed from the side of one of my men.
Unless... that photo did take one of MY men.
Sighing heavily "What should I do?" I muttered to myself under my breath. There is no other explanation except that we have a traitor.
And I just can't wrap my fingers around who might it be. And what the fuck was last night meant to mean. A warning? A beginning of one sick game like last time?
Bogdanov loves to play his sick mind games. He would break you inch by inch without even touching you. And I don't want him to play that kind of game with Antea.
