(Renata Pellegrini)
Who would have thought, I am actually stepping into the headquarters of the company Computing Diamond. Currently occupying the fifth place in the ranking of the most profitable companies in the world. And its owner, occupying the first place in the ranking of the richest man in the world, having a fortune of over $359 billion.I have seen so many advertisements of the computers and their operating systems created here, the cell phones, smartphones and smart tvs sold with Computing Diamond systems are some of the most expensive on the market, my consumption dream was to have a notebook from Diamond line (both its physical structure, as well as all the circuits were created and produced in this very company)."Good morning, could you tell me where Mr. Valentini's office is?" I ask a young woman.She is dressed in a pencil skirt, a white shirt, and her hair is tied up in a high bun. She's very pretty and unlike Veronica, she doesn't look down at me."Good morning, are you new here?" she asks nicely, I like her."Yes, I was hired a few minutes ago.""I see, my name is Sophie, I am Mr. Lucas Parmanel's assistant, what is your name?"Lucas Parmanel. I looked him up on the Internet. He is the vice-president of this company. The gossip sites say he is a womanizer, but his intelligence is second only to the CEO's. The rough idea of the Diamond line notebooks were thought by Lucas, Filippo improved them and put them into practice."Renata Pellegrini, nice to meet you," we shake hands. At least one person in this company is kind."Welcome to the Diamond family, that door at the end of the hall is Mr. Valentini's, there, the extra key to the door is under the rug" he guides me and mentally I thank God for putting him in my way."Thank you very much," I thank him and walk to the door.What a big door, mirrored glass, all very fancy.I am not an envious person, but I wish I was dressed like that girl. I studied to go to work in those kinds of clothes, but look how I am. Wearing a cleaning uniform, cleaning and dusting, I studied so much... I left everything behind, could I get a better job in Brazil?I enter the room, it smells like money, the cream colored walls are well lit, on top of the large rectangular table are several papers, a computer from the Diamond SX line, behind the table a large padded chair. I'm sure that this room alone is worth more than my life. I observe the bookcase full of trophies and whiskey bottles of various types, there are also several picture frames with huge photos, I take one of them in hand and look closely at my boss, here he is even more handsome than in the magazines and gossip sites, the full dark eyebrows and frowns gave him a bad face look.I put the portrait holder in place and immediately begin my work. I observe another bookcase, where there are several types of weapons. I imagine they are plastic, I have never seen these models. What kind of boss collects weapons in the company where he works?I take the duster and start to remove the dust, being very careful not to move anything. Then I organize the table and pick up the little balls of paper from the floor. I decide to open one of these little balls, is this a weapon design? Meticulous drawings of each part, did Mr. Valentini draw it?What an ugly thing to do, looking at your boss' things, that's not what your mother taught you, my conscience scolds me, I crumple the paper again and throw it in the trash bin.The room was not as dirty as I thought, I used the vacuum cleaner on the two-seater sofa next to the door and on the floor, finally only a little red stain remains on the top hat. I take the damp cloth and get down on my knees, I start to rub the stain hard, but it is too persistent.You won't be able to beat me, you stupid stain! I bend over even more and put even more force into scrubbing."Who are you?" an extremely deep male voice speaks behind me.My heart feels like it is going to come out of my mouth, what a day Lord, what a day... Why do I have to be so unlucky?I turn around, Mr. Filippo is looking at me with a frown, and just like in the picture, he has the look of an evil man, all my danger alerts are firing inside my head, my blood is freezing, I can't take my eyes off his deep, deep gaze. Can he see my soul?"Are you going to stay there on the floor, ragazza?""N-no, sir," I stand up and adjust my apron in an attempt to look as presentable as possible.Suddenly this room seems to have gotten so small."Who gave you permission to enter my office?"Why do I feel so intimidated? What is it that exudes from this man? Rather, what has happened to my voice?I feel as if I am being caught doing something wrong, and he is going to punish me. My fingers tingle."Sir... Clean... Stain... Sorry, I…" damn, I'm so nervous that my voice is shaky and my sentences come out all disjointed."Be clear! Who do you think you're talking to?" he shouts and approaches me, I take steps back. I feel that this man could kill me!My whole body is trembling, I'm afraid, today should be a day of joy, but it is only coming trial after trial. When will this end?Veronica enters the room with a big smile on her face, taking Filippo's attention away from me.When she sees me, her smile dies and she gives me a deadly look.Oh my God, I'm going to be fired... My portfolio hasn't even been signed... I've only worked for ten minutes and I've already lost everything, I think.(Renata Pellegrini)"You're here early," Veronica says with a trembling smile on her face. I think even she is afraid of him. "Why didn't you tell me?""And since when do I owe you any satisfaction? You're the one who works for me."Idiot! I'm not even surprised, what could you expect from a big CEO like him? He's just another asshole in the world. Arrogant and overbearing. Just another idiot who just because he has money thinks he has the world under his feet.Maybe he really does, he is the richest man in the world, he must have everything he wants. From objects to women, maybe for him it doesn't even make a difference, men with money think that women are objects, that all they have to do is shake a few hundred dollar bills and they are theirs.I don't doubt Veronica is one of the women who dreams of having him. I roll my eyes at this thought. But well done to her, it's exactly as the saying goes: he who wounds with iron will be wounded with iron. I smiled inwardly as I finished my
(Renata Pellegrini)"S-sir?" she blinks several times not believing what she heard. I can't believe it either. "I-I didn't quite understand what you said, could you…""Oddio, dammi pazienza," he says in italian. God, give me patience. "I want you out of my office, now!""But, sir, what about her?" Veronica points her finger in my direction."Stai zitto!" he increases the tone of his voice, telling her to shut up. I am not sure if she understood what he said, but she is startled by the tone of his voice and shuts up. I understood what he said because I always heard my father saying those words in Italian when I did something wrong.Veronica's jaw quivers with anger, she is certainly feeling humiliated, she looks at me once more, I can read in her eyes: You will pay for that!I smile and her face gets redder at my provocation, she turns around and walks stiffly out of the room, leaving me alone with the Italian tycoon.I swallow dryly, all the anger inside me is gone and only nervousnes
(Renata Pellegrini)Oh! I forgot the cleaning cart in Signor Filippo's room. I speed up my steps and head to the dressing rooms, when I arrived I noticed that the receptionists also have uniforms, but I will look for Amanda dressed in the clothes I arrived with and I will give back this uniform and the key of the original closet.Now, with my clothes changed, I fix my hair and take one last look at myself in the small mirror in my bag. I put everything from the bag inside and leave the dressing room, walking with slow steps that turn me towards the reception balcony.I feel people looking me up and down, I swallow dryly, why in this world am I so hard to be nice?I take another deep breath and approach one of the receptionists, he is blond and by his face he seems more approachable than the girls."Good morning!", I greet him politely, at least he doesn't look at me with disgust. "Can you tell me how I can find Amanda, please?""Tiffany, did you see Amanda today?", he asks the girl si
(Renata Pellegrini)I'm so hungry and my legs are so sore that I have the feeling I misheard, is this serious? Is the richest man in the world really offering me a ride?"N-no, but could you tell me where the cab stand is?"Is the money paid to me enough to pay for the cab? I know things here are more on account than in Brazil, a bus would be better, but just to disguise, I ask the cab rank and there, with people I will probably never see again in life, I ask where the bus stop is."You're not taking the cab," he says, looking me in the eyes."Yes, I will" I lie, "I just don't know where the point is.""Sta mentendo per me, ragazza?", 'Are you lying to me, girl?', he says in Italian, his tone telling me that this question is more like a warning, like: keep lying and you'll see.My cheeks burn, how can he be so convinced I'm lying? Am I so transparent like this? I could never hide anything from my dad, he always said I was a terrible liar, but I thought it was only because he knew me b
(Renata Pellegrini)Filippo doesn't answer me, he just starts the car engine one more time and turns back to the road. I focus my vision for the night landscape beyond the window, I don't have the courage to look him in the eyes, I confess I only stared at him so as not to look like a coward, but now, I'm embarrassed."How did you like working there at the company?", he breaks the silence."I found it interesting, it has always been my dream to work in the biggest technology company in the world, and I confess, apart from the locker room part of the cleaning sector, everything else is a dream of a place," I confess."What's wrong with the locker room in the cleaning department?" he asks, looking at me with a frown."Well, it's small and seems to be part of another company, in all the places I've been today, it's the only one there that smells musty, it's cramped, it's poorly lit, the walls are peeling and..."I'll look into this tomorrow," he cuts me off hastily and turns to face the
(Filippo Valentini)Before getting in the car, I check if there is anyone suspicious looking at me along the length of the street, everything seems to be normal. I go in and start. The memory of the sweet smell that Renata has comes to mind, I held myself not to throw her face down on that table and fuck her until she couldn't feel her legs anymore.Besides a beautiful face and body, she has very good culinary skills. I felt like I was eating macaroni fresh out of an Italian kitchen. I liked the nostalgia.I wished I had asked more questions her, but she would notice that I inquired into her life, I was hoping that she would interact more and also ask me something, so that the conversation would be more natural and I could question with the excuse that I was just curious about the course of the conversation, but she just ate in silence after saying that her father had died.In the investigation, the name of her father does not consist in her documents, only the name of her mother, San
(Filippo Valentini)I open my eyes, I don't recognize where I am, I try to inhale air with more force, but the cloth on my nose hinders the passage of air, I run my hand over my face, I'm still wearing the mask.How could I let this happen?! Dumb! Fool! Donkey!I sit where I am and look around, white walls and several beds, this is the infirmary of the base."I thought I wasn't going to wake up anymore," Camily appears in my field of vision."Has anyone seen my face?", I speak directly, I can't let anyone unnecessarily know my identity. It's going to be a lot of work to kill so many, better to avoid a massacre.Although I won't be able to kill them all, but anyway, if I don't kill most of them, I'm going to have serious problems with the other families, so I don't want them to know.Before my father's death, I had planned to run away, I would live a fugitive life, but anything was better than continuing to live there. But then the Lord helped me by taking that bastard and my brother t
(Renata Pellegrini)I wake up and go straight to the bathroom, I turn on the shower and let the water run through my body, the memory of that man so close to me makes my heart race once again, it's impossible to organize my thoughts when it comes to that Italian, my mind and my belly are a mess, a silly smile escapes my lipsRenata, stop, for fuck's sake!It's silly to keep thinking about him, a man like Filippo Valentini certainly has women in droves at his feet, where he can even draw lots to see who will have the turn to sit on his.... Ah, he’s not for my beak, and I don't even want to.I finish bathing and get ready, I gather my hair in a bun and go again for work without a drop of makeup, necessary to arrange time to buy these things and better clothes.The point of the bus is not very far, according to the porter it is only two blocks here. After two minutes of walking I arrive at the point, and almost that in the same instant the bus passes.Forty minutes later I get off in fro