Not his toy

IV

Its been five days since Giovanni came back to the states and he and I made no efforts to communicate with each other. I did notice a few things from that small interaction I had with Gio, and I knew he wasn't the same. His posture gave a dominant look and he was stoic. He did not give me the smile I always received when he looked at me. I was going to have to deal with a New version of Giovanni and he had to deal with a better version of me.

"Ms. Moriartti please I'm begging you, please tell me you finished the new designs " My assistant cried, honestly I've been torturing this man since he became my assistant. I turned things last minute, Late, pretend I didn't do it, or actually not do it. I really don't know why but it made me laugh. "what assignment, did I have one due today "I pretended to look clueless He looked at me for a brief moment before bursting into tears

"It was due yesterday, please get to work now. The higher up will be demanding their designs and to complaints come to me. Please don't do this me" I chucked and twirled my keys with my finger "Okay, Marco maybe I have what you want in my office" With that he bolted out to find my office.

It has been weird these past years and a lot has changed as you may recall my brother me out of the families business meaning no more money flow for me but that's okay with this big brain of mine and some money mom gave me, I started building and selling designs to companies. With the money I earned, I started stock investing with reliable companies and my decisions were also supported by Seth. I started buying more and more in big quantities, and the one faithful day I owned my own petroleum empire. I didn't build it myself but that would have been great. I bought 40% of the company and something happened the founders got bad press and the 10% that the bank own was on auction and I out bitt them.

Then I opened, a Manufacturing company with my innovations. So yeah, I'm one of the youngest Multi-billionaires in the world if you count 25 to be young, man I'm getting old. I'm really thankful for my brother for cutting me off now, I make more money than his real-estate empire. I asked Bryan to work for me and bring the whole team to work at one of my companies but he is seriously an ass and kept trying to do everything on his own.

"Ms. Moriartti there's someone on your personal phone asking for you" Marco chimed as I switched the channel on the Tv "If it's my mother tell her, I will be at diner as promised " Today I have diner with my parents one of the few times I could go back home and be with family "Actually it's an unknown number and the man is asking for you by the first name" He muttered coming in the room with a stack of papers and the phone on top "Let me see," I said taking the phone and the top folder "Valentina speaking may I know who I'm speaking with" I answered as I flipped through the pages looking for that one design Marco needed.

"Where the hell are you" The voice sounded a tad bit familiar but too foreign for my memory "Wrong number" I hanged up and kept flipping through the pages "Marco would you like to accompany me to Diner with my parents, " I asked looking up to him and handing him the design he was looking form making him smile in joy but went back to puzzled "Wouldn't that be too Unprofessional"

"Ohh please Marco, You cry and beg Infront of me half of the time. How could diner be any more unprofessional than that" I shrugged sitting back up, he sat there on the floor and blinked a few times. He looked away quickly and hugged his knee, "Was that a no?" I asked touching his shoulder and he shook his head and buried his face on his knees.

"You don't have to come, I was just asking " I tried to explain, what did I do, I don't know how to deal with this "Thank You, Ms. Moriartti " He sobbed with his teary eyes, I really don't know where I find these people. "It would be an Honor" He sobbed, I think this man has the worst case of Loneliness I've ever seen. I gave him an awkward smile and patted his back "There, There"