(Renata Pellegrini - United States )The blue colors dominated everywhere, you could barely see the metal parts, the mirrored glass covered everything like a sheet, it surely has more than fifteen stories here.I take a deep breath, it's not even two hours since I set foot on solid ground and I already feel like I'm drowning.I wish my parents were alive, I really wish I could bring them with me, give them a better life. I really wanted to see them smiling, even if it was just one more time...This is no time to have sad thoughts! I pat my cheeks and stew my chest, now is the time to have courage.I open the doors and hold tight the handles of my purse, I need to meet the manager and give him the letter of recommendation, my teacher told me that as soon as I delivered it, I would be practically hired, all I had to do was to say the name of her friend: Matteo Valentini.Could this man be a relative of Filippo's? They have the same last name, but I have never found anything about this M
(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
(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