Skai’s POV
The company hall falls on a large piece of land, it’s impossible to see the end of it. The hall stretches horizontally like a palace. There are even two towers on each side and the entire structure appears old. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a noble’s estate before. There must’ve been renovations, though, because all floors are filled with huge glass windows. Sometimes, glass takes more space than walls. It’s like a glasshouse. A fountain rests not far from the entrance. A sad angel ceramic statue pours water from a jar. I was wearing a red bodycon glitter short gown with light makeup and black heels. Silver necklace and dangle earrings with a silver purse clutched to my armpit. Loud music thumps from the walls even before I got in. A waiter greeted me with a bow. He’s wearing a butler outfit all complete with white gloves and a white napkin dangling from his arm. I bowed back. The tables are arranged in fours. The decoration is all white and gold,with vases with fresh flowers on each table. There are so many workers, even people I've never come across. I guess this is to connect new employees and clients. Men in expensive suits are all over the room giving hand shakes and getting to know each other. It's a networking event after all. The waiters are all dressed in white and bow ties, the females packed their hair into ponytails. I settled in a nearby chair, all eyes were on me as I walked through the carpet. I guess I look different. There were two ladies on the table and I waved at them “Hi, Sophia”, I'm only familiar with one. The one on black introduced herself as “Mia”, the one on white introduced herself as “Bianca”. I've run into Bianca twice. “Nice meeting you guys”, I smiled, taking a seat Bianca is on black sequence dress and Mia is on a white dress with high suits. They both seem nice From experience, it's only a matter of time. These faces that are laughing and smiling might say the most outrageous things but for now, I'll just go with it. In the meantime, I just enjoyed them while they were all being nice, it was lively and I immersed myself in the conversation basking in the happiness emitted from the party. The waiter came over to the table and served cocktails with small chops as appetisers. Suddenly, everyone looked towards the door and I saw Carlo dressed in all black. He walked in confidently with his eyes focused on me. “Have you ever wondered how Carlo Auder got this powerful?”, Bianca leans in, lowering her voice “He refuses to join the mafia, like his father and he's a social elite”, Mia answered “We know Giovanni’s power isn't through ‘hard work and dedication.’ The man runs this company like a kingdom, and we all know what happens to people who cross him”. Mia answers ignoring the topic about Carlo “Keep your voice down! If the wrong person hears you, we’ll all be out of a job—or worse.”, Bianca said, looking at both sides “Worse? What exactly?”, I raised an eyebrow trying to get information out of them. “That Giovanni is more than just a businessman. He’s a mafia boss. Think about it—no one challenges him, no one questions his decisions, and the people who do? They just… disappear.”, Bianca said as she leans closer her voice barely above a whisper “I heard that a former accountant tried exposing some ‘mismanaged funds.’ A week later, he quit suddenly and moved to another country. No warning, no goodbye, nothing. Let’s just say, if you value your life, you don’t get involved in Auder’s business. Just do your job, keep your head down, and don’t ask questions.”, these people know so much about the company. “Oh, but it’s real. And if you’re smart, you’ll remember that.” I kept smiling, taking notes of the conversation. “Amelia wishes she was you”, Bianca said and I looked confused “Who is Amelia?" “She likes Carlo and they're just fuck mates but I'm not sure if he's really attracted to her. She's his father's friend”, Bianca said I never had so much contact with Bianca because we both keep to ourselves. I never thought she’s so much into gossip. Apparently, I’ve been missing out on half of what’s happening at work. Ohh, maybe it was her, the lady glaring at me the other day. This is getting more difficult. I have more people to deal with. I excused myself to visit the restroom entered Is everything okay?, Mia asked” “Yeah.” I force a smile. “I just need the restroom. I’ll be right back. I found the restroom with the help of a waiter. After smoothing my expression and cleaning my hands, I step out of the bathroom. I was busy checking my dress, looking downwards . Then, I looked up suddenly. “Skai”, I looked at Tillard Collin, my uncle and looked at me in confusion when he snapped out of whatever trance he was in. He looked shaken,like he had seen a ghost. “I'm sorry sir, you had me confused with someone else. My name is Sophia Brown. It's a pleasure”. He stretched his hand towards me. I've been taught to always give firm handshakes. It was said that first impressions matter the most and in the business world, status and deals can be decided upon hand-shakes. “I apologise that you just look like her. Let me introduce myself, I'm Tillard Collin , the CEO of this company and this is my partner, Giovanni Auder with him standing on his right side. I offered them a small smile and bowed. “It was nice meeting you. I smile at them and turn to walk away. “Wait, Sophia. I turned to face Tillard. I can't seem to shake this off my head. Where are you from?", he said still staring at me. My file would definitely confuse him. “I'm from Venice, Italy” “Skai is my cousin, she went missing after her father’s death. That was about ten years ago. People are created in multiples.” And this is the first time he'll ever be partially truthful all his life. “Whoever Skai is, I bet she's the sweetest cousin and I hope you find her soon.” And here she is,to ruin you. I bowed slightly and left the sight. How many times will i bow tonight? Almost missing the table, I stood at a corner trying to find Bianca's black sequence dress. I walked over to the table and sat I got back to my table and then I saw Carlo walking towards me with measured steps. I blinked severally and I tried to read his expression if he was happy or upset. He grabbed my hand and said “We need to talk” .Juliano's POV My door knocks upon me as I stand up from my bed. It must be my father or Margot, no one knocks my door unnecessarily.I opened the door and my father came into view holding a glass of water. He prefers water to any liquid. Walking back to my room, he follows behind as the guards bow and stay by the door.Entering the room, I sat on the bed, removing my slippers.Still clutching his glass of water, he sits on the sofa across from me. One of his arms flings to the back of the sofa. His legs are apart. He appears relaxed, nonchalant even, as he twirls the water in his glass.“You are thirty, Juliano”. He said looking at me, laying emphasis on the ‘thirty’. I already know where this was heading.“I'm aware, you're planning a surprise party I guess”, acting nonchalant, I walked over to my table picking up a glass of wine as if I didn't know what he was about to say.I've been dodging this conversation for months. Returning to my position, I sat down facing him.“You're th
Juliano's POV Few days later, I was prepared for the day's work. The gatekeeper was by the gate, ready to open up. I was stepping out of the mansion and the guard collected my briefcase and bowed. I was heading straight to the car as the guard opened the door waiting for me to step in.I was hearing a familiar voice arguing with the gatekeeper, “Let me in, let me in”. Who might that be?. Then, I looked up and saw Aver. She rushed to me wrapping her hands on my arm “Juliano, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. ..“Too late to say I love you”. I shook my head. The ache returns like a wave crashing on a forgotten shore.I ordered the female workers to hold her back as I entered the car. The tires squealed as the driver pulled through the gate.“She must not enter this compound again”, I said to all the workers present at the scene.On my way to the office, I whirls the side glass down as fresh air hits my nostrils and I breathe as Iclosed my eyes for seconds ,enjoying the moment. It really h
Juliano's POV “This is Rome American Hospital. Miss Aver was rushed to the emergency department for attempted suicide and drug overdose.”Rushing out of my study, I went to my room and changed into shorts and a jersey. Picking up the intercom, I called Tom, my driver.“Meet me downstairs, we need to go somewhere”I went downstairs calling two of my bodyguards on night duty. They came out of their quarters, meeting me at the entrance.“Head to Rome American hospital”, Tom nodded. There's no time for questions.Hospitals were supposed to be sterile, not suffocating. The strong whiff of disinfectants welcomed me as I pushed through the double doors. I didn't want to be here. I've been here before, memories of my mother’s last days flashed through me. She was in a private ward on the second floor.The whole situation was hazy - she was rushed to the hospital for overdosing, and I was the next person to call. It sounded unreal.As I walked through the hallway of the third floor. The soun
Skai’s POV The LIAS company looked regal from the outside- Gothic design with intricate stone carving. Its facade is clad in sleek glass and steel. A towering skyscraper dominating the skyline with security men as if they were guarding the whole of Italy. Inside, is just a group of monsters cladded in polished suits with fake smiles.The air inside felt heavy- as if secrets were stitched into the walls. The company went on a break after the event, it was my first appearance. I adjusted my blazers and entered. It felt like stepping into another world- the lion's den. My legs felt unsteady beneath me. My head held high. Once I'm in the centre of the reception, the chit chat withers away and almost everyone’s attention zeroed on me.‘She’s too forward for a new employee’‘She’s beautiful and smart’‘Carlo is always around her’The last sentence hit me in the ribs. Carlo hovers over me like a looming danger, a force not to be reckoned with. His obsession increases by every sunrise. I'm
Skai’s POV The room was silent except for the sound of the air conditioning. Carlo walked into the office, his hands in his jacket, looking more relaxed, like a man who has regained control after losing it completely. I stole glances in the direction of the drawer, if it was properly closed, if there was no paper on the floor, a surge of relief rushed through me as I heaved silently. His presence can't be mistaken even if he remains silent.The thought of the document lingers at the back of my mind. It was for this company. Why are the first pages blank?. I saw black and white when I was rushing to return it to the drawer. I coughed to break my thoughts.He sat across from me; his expression was unreadable, but his tone came up with something softer.“Sorry for taking so long.”It's fine; I need to get to work, I said, standing up.“I'll ask Bianca to help; she's your friend, right?. So, sit down.” There's something to his voice that makes me want to react. Possessiveness. I obeyed,
Juliano's POV “He said he'd send the CCTV of the street where the incident happened. I provided him with the time and date. Hopefully, he might be able to get the plate number of the car.”, Zack said.“Okay, thank you", he bowed and left.Zach has been one of my trusted bodyguards, but he's at home most times. I asked him to contact the FBI agent, I wasn't in the right frame of mind. Police makes information travel fast. To avoid public announcements.I sat down with my back rested in the sofa, my legs on the centre table and one of my hands hanging at the back of the sofa. There's a threat to my life. I already ordered for few more bodyguards from the agency. Who were the men that came to the office the other day? and this, what if they're the same set of people?I heard approaching footsteps and raised my head, it was Margot rushing down from the stairs without a glass of water. She looked worried “Ohh, my son. How do you feel?, she said touching my forehead. Why did you have to g
Skai’s POV “I don't know how it got there. I don't know anything about it," but my pleas fell on the wrong ears. I didn't check the bookshelf. They were not ready to listen. What options are left when the suspect is caught with irrefutable proof? Then, the suspect becomes the culprit.“You need to follow us to the CEO's office, ma'am." They waited and closed the door behind us as they led me out like a criminal going to court for a hearing.I stared at my hands as I walked, imagining handcuffs on me. That was the only thing that distinguished me from a criminal. The sound of their boots filled my ears, and I couldn't think about anything.The door opened, and that was when my attention snapped back to the present. The CEO's office was like a museum exhibit. Everything was in its place. The desk was made of glass, and there was no paper or clutter to be seen. The doors were adorned with diplomas and awards, and the shelves were lined with books on business strategy. Awards bagged wit
Skai’s POV When your opponent charges for the attack, you’re supposed to stay low, not crash with him headfirst. You’re the only one who’ll get hurt. Aver walked past me, and her eyes glinted with mischief. I headed straight to my office. It was still in a mess.Picked up my bag and headed to the ground floor. Everywhere was empty. I moved past the reception. The outside greeted me with fresh air, the cold evening sky stretching above me. I flagged down a cab and headed home. Everything in my mind was proving my innocence within three days. I didn't know if it would start counting tomorrow. It'd better be. With everything the CEO said to me, there's no way I'm going to stop myself from proving them wrong. I should have known she was coming back at me. She doesn't like anyone getting close to Carlo. I wasn't ready for her dramas. Obsessed, bitch. He was just a pawn in my scheme. Nothing else. Nothing more. Two days later, I was in my office staring at the ceiling, fluorescent li
Skai's POV Carlo strode downstairs with his hair scattered. A sheen of frustration covered his features, and he was hard-faced . Not the face of an innocent person who has just killed someone for the first time. He would have done this countless times. His sleeve rolled up to his arm, revealing his tattoo, and the second one was normal. His first two buttons opened. Of course, there was no blood on his hands. If all killers had blood on their bodies, then most of them would look like vampires. The sentence replayed in my mind, ‘You can ask for a second chance in heaven’. Does he even know if he was going to heaven? If he had caught me, I don't know what he'd have done. I thought Juliano was free; they wanted to use the BER corp to relinquish their dimming glory. On seeing me, he smiled “I didn't know you were here.”I narrowed my eyes at Chiara, and he nodded. “I love your outfit. Care for a dance?” He took my hands and we moved to the rhythm of the music. Chiara's sig
Skai’s POV Ignoring the background talks, I walked out of the room. I didn't mean to make a scene. Asking for deeper data channels was weird and too straightforward, but you do the right thing at the right time. To your advantage. I looked back at the door, it wasn't where we had the meeting with Juliano held the first day.The elevator dropped me like a shot, and I walked out. I saw Chiara as she moved towards me.“I had a nice time; you could have slept over.”“I can only apologise, work. Have you seen a movie after then?”“No, I've not watched the ghost movie." She laughed revealing her perfect dentition.”We walked together to my office. I didn't want her to come with me, but I had no choice. I opened my door and we entered, but I made sure I studied her; she didn't drop anything.“So, Sophia,” she smiled, realizing how that came out.“I want to go to Carlo’s club tonight.”I didn't react; I already found out he had a club.I was looking at her, expecting the next word she'd say.
Skai's POV From beyond the door, I could hear a distant scrape of chairs, a murmur of voices. I entered into the already crowded conference room. My heels clicking directly against the black tiles. Quiet murmurs. The whispers stopped when I entered the room with multiple eyes staring into my soul. If hands were eyes, they could definitely strangle me. I walked directly to the empty seat apart from the two chairs I assume was for the CEOs. It seems I was the last to enter the room. I sat down; the sound died down. It was my heels that drew distracted attention in the room. Not even after what happened. I loved to be the centre of attraction. Even though I wasn't sure of what was going on in everyone's mind. I was still me. The unpredictable lady. Mia was seated at the opposite side of the table. Gossips hit me that she was given just two weeks of suspension; the other information wasn't necessary. After blackmailing and theft. Corruption was a norm; I wasn't surprised. She was
Skai’s POV My grip tightened on the tray so I didn't drop it. His eyes flashed with contempt, but he suddenly changed immediately.He cooled down fast. A welcoming expression took over his silver fox features. I've met him once, at the networking event.“Hi”, he said in a smooth posh accent and offered me a tight-lipped smile along with his large hand. He had a firm handshake just like Tillard. Either way, I don't give weak handshakes too.“Hello”, I held the tray with one hand. The heavy weight fell on my arm and palm. The moment I slip my hand in his, he squeezed so hard that I winced.If I didn’t sense the earlier aggression in my soul and felt it in my bones, I would’ve thought it was all in my head.Maybe it's just normal not to think too much about it.He looked at me. “I've met you before, the new employee?”I nodded. Tillard would have informed him about the incident. The next statement I was expecting was “Out of here”.Mafias definitely do not entertain unnecessary visitors
Skai’s POV I stole glances at the drawer where I found the documents the last time. The door was knocked and creaked open. Her glitter black heels showed first, then her long legs, and she came into view. Her long honey-blonde hair fell in deep waves over her shoulder, her black dress hugging her curves in a way that made heads turn. She was effortlessly stunning, as if she just walked off the cover of a high-fashion magazine.She went straight to Carlo as he clutched her in his embrace, pecking him on both cheeks as he grinned widely, ” I've missed you.”She turned to me and said, “You must be Sophia, right?”“Yes, I never knew I had fans already.”“Come over; let's sit here,” she said, pulling me to the couch opposite Carlo’s desk. He was grinning at the sight of both of us.“My name is Chiara.” She placed her hand on her chest, looking at me.“I love the name; it's unique.”“You can say that again,” she said, cupping my cheeks.“We even have the same eyes; I like you already.”I
Skai’s POV The air in his corridor felt like carbon monoxide. It was heavy to breathe in, as if I'd die if I inhaled. His last threat flashed through my mind. Each step questioned my presence in LIAS, but my brain screamed REVENGE. The office smelt of deep cologne, something darker and consuming. He was wearing a tailored Tom Ford suit. No whiskey. That was all my brain could register. He glared at me with dark eyes. “How sure are you that Mia actually broke into your office? I blinked several times, trying to digest his words.“I found the footage and her ID, sir,” my voice barely audible over the sound of my pounding heart. The more that came out, the more I realised I didn't know anything about the statement, but I kept a page of it. The more I thought about it, the more my guts twisted. “You need to find another evidence that shows that they broke into your office. The proof wasn’t detailed. Before the end of today.” The footage was blurry.The last sentence was preci
Juliano's POV The lights in the room were dim, warm gold bleeding across the sleek marble table. No background music. No curious staff watching. I arrived twenty minutes earlier. Waiting on people isn't my thing, but it was important. The reservation area was booked two days ago; everything was prepared. I didn’t bring security in. There was no need to. Leaning back in my chair, my fingers drummed against the sleek marble centre table.I watched as the door shut behind him with an ominous click, not her. Not the silent shadow in a suit. Not a bodyguard with stiff shoulders and guarded eyes. It took me a while to get used to the way she moved in that disguise. No, this was her without a shield. Still precise. She stepped in the room like she had always belonged there. No disguise. No distortion in her voice. I was happy letting her live freely, not under her shadows. I ordered chicken parmesan. How lousy would the boss be not to offer his underlings something to eat? Somethin
Skai’s POVMy heart beat sporadically against my chest. I entered, locking the door and resting my back against the door as I caught my breath. What the hell just happened? The wave of adrenaline vanished from my system, leaving a relief in me. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I gulp it down as I hear the sound. Everywhere was so silent expect from the tick of the clock. If the walls had ears, this type of silence would have definitely made them mad. I went straight to my room and dropped my stuffs. Ripping off myself, I entered the bathroom without even removing my makeup. I washed myself till I felt better, it was so nice to be at peace. The last few hours was hell. Stepping out of the bathroom, I changed into shorts and bralettes. It felt so boring at at times no pets, no friends. But, what do friends do? Betray. Mia and Aver messed with the wrong person. I was always quiet and introverted, but afterwards? I felt like I could punch the moon and kick the stars. It wa
Skai’s POV I transferred the clip to the drive, my evidence. They thought I'd be fired instantly. Jokes on them. The table turned; I never knew Mia could be involved. She's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Same as me but with a different. Now, I know how moths feel when they fly to flames. The flames are worth the burn. Juliano's rule replayed in my mind: 'Don't trust any individual.' A strong wave of hate took over me, but that wasn't the only thing. Something else, something completely immoral, gripped me, too.Out of the control room, I took the elevator to the CEO's floor. The air in his corridor was laced with silence and authority. My pulse thundered in my ears. I walked with confidence, head up. I knocked twice and opened after his permission. I entered, confidently this time, not when I had concrete evidence against me and I couldn't even look up. Ashamed of myself.The CEO was seated on his chair, holding a bottle of whiskey. He looked at me with the same eyes – calculatin