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Chapter Four

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I hear a knock on my door and quickly wipe the tear I didn't realize was on my cheek. "Come in." My voice said hoarsely since I haven't spoken today yet.

The man who introduced me to Mr Varallo walked in with a huge smile. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I say wiping my eyes. "what brings you?"

"How was Vincenzo's therapy session, yesterday?" He asks, sitting next to me on my bed. I notice he glances at the pictures I'm looking at and I quickly turn them over.

"What therapy session?" He frowns at me in disappointment.

"Vincenzo's therapist came yesterday for his therapy session and you had no idea?" He confirms by asking me.

I nod my head shyly. "No one told me about him having a therapist." I say attempting to defend myself.

"Arabella you've been working for Vincenzo for a week now and he's missed two therapy sessions. Monday and Friday and you had no idea. What about the sheet of paper with the list of things you should know about him."

"What list of things?" He points my attention to the door where a list of things about Vincenzo was written. But here's the catch. They're written in a different language. I'm guessing Italian. "How am I supposed to understand Italian?" I ask, grasping my hair in frustration.

"Your last name is Rossi. I assumed you could speak Italian." He shrugs.

"Yeah well, I don't. I need another list and in English this time." I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

He chuckles at my hot-headed temper. "Vincenzo is going to have trouble dealing with you."

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"Mr Varallo, my apologies for disturbing you," I begin, entering his office. "But I believe you had a scheduled therapy session on Monday and Friday which means in two days the therapist will be coming to see you."

"I want a new therapist." He states.

"Why?" I ask, confused.

"Because that therapist is such a pussy." He groans. "I hooked up with her one time, and she can't talk to me normally anymore." He mumbles the last part.

"Do you have a thing for having sex with women who work for you?" I ask, rhetorically.

"Only the pretty ones like you." He smirks biting his lip.

I turn away to avoid him from looking at me. "I'll get you another therapist. One who is a bit older? And male?" I say turning away.

"Arabella, one more thing," He speaks up causing me to stop in my tracks. "The button from your shirt is undone."

I look down at my shirt to see my top wide open. I quickly button it up and bit down on my lip. "See you later, Mr Varallo." I squeak quickly leaving the room.

The first time he speaks to me after that incident in my room and it's about my boobs being visible to everyone. How amazing.

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I don't know if I'm the only one but this happened to me a lot in my school uniform. It's really embarrassing. I'm pretty sure that's why I wrote this chapter.

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