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It feels weird. Once again, I feel nervous, that’s what this skittish feeling is right? I want to tell Willow the truth and it comes with the chances of me asking for something more and maybe being a little selfish. So, it’s making me feel this way.It feels weird.We’re sitting at the dinner table and I’m waiting for her to take a bite of her food before she gives it to me. It has no meaning, but I’d like to see her take the first bite before I do.“Let’s be the fairly odd parents for Halloween,” Lucas says to sister and she nods excitedly as she chews her dinner of pizza we were having.“Do you really have to eat a half-bitten pizza?” Willow whispers to me, her brows coming together for a frown meanwhile her cheeks flushed bright red.I looked down at the plate she set down in front of me and raised my brow at the pizza she had bitten.“No,” I answer honestly and Lucas looks up at me, thinking I was talking to him. He shakes his head when he realizes I wasn’t. “But I want to,” I tel
Profession 44| Profession
Lorenzo“I love you, Willow.”But she looks at me like she’s been slapped across the face.Did it not come out right? Did I sound like I didn’t mean it?What is it that I said wrong in those three words that made more tears well up in her eyes and walk out of the kitchen? What am I doing so wrong?***“It’s a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Moretti, I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.” The man whose name I can’t bother to remember says with a smile while extending his hand for a handshake.I wanted to tell him to fuck off of my sight before I put a bullet between his fucking eyes. But then I remembered that I couldn’t…didn’t have to do that. Willow says being rude when there’s nothing to be rude about is bad.Fuck, but I’m already irritated enough from having to fly from Florida to Canada at 6 a.m. in the fucking morning just to close a 12 p.m. business deal, I don’t want to shake a fucking hand for fucks sake.I didn’t even realize that I was staring so hard at his hand unt
Profession 1| Profession
☼Willow☼There are things that I just can't understand. Like why chickens don't fly, why do we have to write exams when an exam isn't the true test of knowledge, and why are capybaras so cute...Why am I still jobless?"What do you mean you're jobless? I thought you had a job?""Had, Grams, I had a job. Why do you keep forgetting that it's been two years since I had a job." I sighed, pinching my temple."Oh, my, time sure flies." The old woman said with an unbothered chuckle."For you, obviously," I muttered into the phone. "And I was only needed for two months, it wasn't like I stayed for that long. "This sucks.""Being a nanny sucks?" She asked curiously."No, I meant not having a job." I corrected as I carefully added the last stroke of nail polish to my nails."Don't worry about it Wooly, I'm sure you can find something suitable when the time comes.""Grams, when is the time ever going to come?" I asked, fastening my phone on my shoulder and hoisting it up so I could talk without
Profession 2| Profession
☼Willow☼My hand picked at the fabric of my pants for the umpteenth time making me want to rip the whole thing off my body.My nerves were racking. My whole body was being consumed by nervousness and it started to make me feel insecure. It made me feel like I was overdressed for this interview. I wore a navy-blue button-up shirt that had long sleeves with ruffles and paired it with black, high-waist palazzo pants that flare from the waist and were wide throughout the leg. I chose to wear black flats and to complete everything my ginger hair was slicked back and secured into a neat low ponytail.How does it make me feel? It makes me feel like I travelled 40 minutes from my apartment to come interview for the spot of a personal assistant in some big company, that's how it made me feel. I'm having serious second thoughts about my outfit. I should've just worn my summer dress with a loose cardigan over it.I released the hold that I had on the file that was sitting on my lap so that I cou
Profession 3| Profession
☁︎Lorenzo☁︎ "I don't like boats." Isabella randomly muttered, her mouth full of mashed potatoes. Lucas' eyes widened from where he sat across the dining table, his hand slowly reaching up to grasp the little boat figurine that he brought to the table. "Isa, we don't talk with our mouths full," I warned arching up an eyebrow at her tiny figure that was seated next to me. She nodded with a pout and muttered an apology after I had wiped her mouth clean with a napkin. Lucas had already finished his food and was waiting for his sister. He swung his feet lightly under the table, his eyes trained on the boat in his hands. "Guess who's here?" A loud voice erupted from the living room startling Isabella for a second before she started giggling, both her and her brother's face lit up waiting for the owner of the voice to come in. "Uncle Theodore!" Lucas beamed when a familiar body came into the room. "We've been over this little guy, it's just Theo," Theodore said with a laugh as he went
Profession 4| Profession
☼Willow☼I haven't received a single call since yesterday. They haven't called me back like they said they would if I had gotten the job.It's almost 2:00 p.m. This must mean that I didn't get the job.Shit.My deadline is tomorrow, I have to move out if I don't pay tomorrow morning. Honestly, I don't even blame myself anymore, life is just being a mean bitch and if that's the way it's gonna be then I might as well move on.I sighed deeply before neatly folding the last of my shirt into my suitcase and then zipping it up.Yes, I'm packing. I'm getting ready to catch the first flight leaving for Ohio tomorrow morning. I've decided that it's not a bad decision at all, maybe it won't be all that bad.Maybe, I just have a hefty amount of bad luck in this city and it will all be fine once I just start over after I settle in Ohio in the meantime. Yeah, that's not at all a bad idea.My phone rang and I stopped packing up my bath kit for a moment so I could pick it up.Unfortunately, I have a
Profession 5| Profession
☼Willow☼I woke up around 6:00 a.m.For the first time in my life, I woke up super early, well, except that one time when I woke up at 3 o'clock in the morning and started preparing for a school trip during my senior year in high school and the school bus ended up leaving me behind when I went for a bathroom break. Sad, I know.I brushed my teeth and took a bath, thanking God for blessing Mr. Moretti with the money to pay for hot baths. I spent almost forty minutes trying to pick out what to wear because I didn't have many dress options, most of my clothes consisted of baggy T-shirts, hoodies, shorts, and sweatpants. But I did have a few casual attires that I wear to important places. In the end, I settled for a purple sundress that stopped a few centimeters below my knees and I slipped on a fuzzy loose cardigan that was a few shades lighter than the dress and was cropped below my boobs.I thought I should dress well enough to make an impression.Now, my hair was another story. I'm a
Profession 6| Profession
☁︎Lorenzo☁︎"I didn't leak any information, Capo, I swear." Darren, the man in charge of all my shipments coming to Italy, said.(Boss.)I bobbed my head, carefully repeating his words in my head. The sound of my shoes hitting the floor was the only thing audible in the almost empty warehouse. I frowned a bit when I stepped on a thick glob of blood."All the cameras were down before the robbery, I can't find anything on the security footage. The place was empty before the cameras shut down, someone worked with the culprits from the inside." Bianca, Theodore's assistant, informed me, her voice echoing through the walls since she was standing next to Darren near the entrance.I nodded to that, my head tilting at the floor as I walked further into the room.I sank my hands into the pocket of my suit, loving the way the fabric felt so smooth under my palms.I should pay my tailor extra for picking out this fabric."Shouldn't we do something, Boss?" Bianca asked, her voice skeptical. "We c
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