(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 thought."Sorry, sir, it was not my intention to demand anything from you," Veronica says with her head down, now she remembered that just like me, she is just another employee.Well, maybe not like me, I'm sure that as soon as I set foot out of this room, I'll be out of here."And what about you?" He turns and approaches me again, why does this man exude so much danger? His eyes stare at me suspiciously.Never in my life have my legs felt so weak as they do now. This man looks as if he is going to turn me inside out just by looking at me. The air seems to have thinned from nowhere. Every step he takes closer to me creates a sensation of shrinking in size. He must be at least forty centimeters taller than me."Ragazza, don't make me say it one more time," he whispers menacingly in my ear, his deep voice coupled with his Italian accent making the hair on my legs stand on end. Do I have a thing for Italians? Is this why I have never fallen in love with a Brazilian?Ragazza means girl and this brings back memories of my father, only he called me that.He puts his hands in his pants pockets, striking a bad man's pose. I feel a tangle of butterflies inside my stomach.Where did my voice go? Lord help me! Get this man away from me! Help me!I look away from him and see Veronica hurriedly approaching."Mr. Valentini, she is the new janitor…""New?" he snaps his tongue. "When did you start employing people without my consent?"Wow, I had no idea he was so controlling. I thought tycoons his size didn't care who was or wasn't hired, at least not the janitorial staff."She was desperate, sir. I just wanted to help her…""I didn't know this was a charity, Miss Veronica.""I'm sending her away right now, sir."Oh my God... I knew it would end like this, just when I think something in my life is finally going to change for the better, the storms come and blow it all away again.I feel my eyes burning, how am I going to go back to Brazil? I am ashamed to ask for help from my teacher who has already done so much for me.I will have to humiliate myself once again, I can't be fired now. I need to at least receive my first salary so that I can return to Brazil.I hope this man has something beating inside his rib cage."Mr. Filippo," I start, but a hand stops me.What was that? My cheek is burning, did I really get slapped? In the face?!"How dare you call him by his first name! You little shit!"I've never fought in my life, I've always been against violence. But I've reached my limit of humiliation for today. My father, when he was alive, taught me the art of self-defense, while a friend of my mother's - he died a year before my parents - taught me street fighting, and said that I should only use it if I needed to impose respect on someone.That time has come!I am about two inches taller than Veronica. I grab the collar of her dress shirt and pull it tight, making her stand on tiptoe. She tries to pull my hands to let go, but I just bring her closer to my face."Look here, you stuck up little prick, I'm not your fucking punching bag so you dare raise your frumpy hand to me. And if you do it again, mark my words," I look into her eyes and she trembles before my gaze, I like it that way, I bring my mouth close to her ear and whisper: "You better have a lot of money anyway, because you're going to need a lot to fix your face because I'm going to punch it until it's deformed."I let go of the collar of her blouse and she falls on her ass on the floor. I stop myself from laughing at her frightened face, but it only lasts a few seconds, she gets up from the floor and her face gets redder and redder."How dare you threaten me, you dirty girl!" she shouts in exasperation."Lower your tone, bitch, you're not talking to your little girlfriends," I say calmly, making her even more irritated."Ungrateful snake! You were desperate and I helped you!""If you really wanted to help me," I start to spit out the words, feeling all the anger I've been holding inside me for the last fifteen minutes. "You would have let me do the interview I came here for and not forced me into a cleaning job!""And you have shown that you are not even qualified for a simple cleaning position, you would never be suitable to be Mr. Valentini's assistant!"Oh, how I hate her! I clench my hands into fists and start stepping hard on the floor, approaching her."Puttana," I call her a bitch between my teeth.I'm going to break this woman's high nose right now! I'm already in the mud, I'm going to sink a little deeper, I have nothing left to lose here.With blood in my eyes, I raise my arms to grab the thin neck of this giraffe dwarf, but Filippo puts his big body between me and Veronica."Leave the room, now!" he orders in a deep, dominating voice. What a man with a strong presence!Is this right? I can't believe my eyes.(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
(Renata Pellegrini)His lips take me in a warm and relaxed kiss, waves of pleasure invade my body along with her tongue brazenly in my mouth. I close my eyes, surrendering myself completely to this kiss, I entwine my hands around his neck and in response he squeezes my waist even tighter. Suddenly there was no one else there, the music in my mind slows down, but the kiss becomes more and more voracious.His big hands slide along the sides of my body and stop on my ass, he presses me tighter and tighter against him, as if he wants to merge our bodies. I can't describe exactly what's happening to me, I just feel like my life depends on this kiss and nothing could stop me, well, nothing but damn shortness of breath.Our mouths separate, but our hot breaths mingle, even with my eyes closed, I can now smell the woody perfume exhaled by this man intoxicating me even more, he squeezes my waist once more and I squeeze his strong arms.That was the best kiss I've ever had in my entire life!We