Ashton…I groaned, wondering if it was Stacey again. “Come in.”“Sit down,” I told her as I continued to reply to one of the emails. I waited for her to start talking but there was only silence. I finally looked up from my laptop, expecting to see Stacey but instead, it was Rosa.“Mrs. Ettore.”“Mr
Rosa…It’s been a week since Mr. Black came back. He had been busy for most of the week attending meetings but it looks like today he will be in his office the entire day. I haven't been late since last week. I made sure I was here at the office early so that Stacey didn't have another fit. Brigitt
Rosa…His hand wrapped around my waist, stopping me from falling. Mr. Black was the one I ran into and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, Mr. Black. I am so sorry I didn't see you,” I shrieked once I realized who it was.“Mrs. Ettore, calm down. I just arrived at the elevator. Why are you
Rosa…I thought Mr. Black would leave once we came to our office but he was still standing there watching Fred work. Why can't he just go to his office? I mean, there isn't much he can do.Max looked at me and smirked but I just rolled my eyes at him. I don't want to know what he was thinking.I sai
Rosa…I looked at the time and noticed that it was almost past ten. I groan as I look at the file in front of me. I still needed to finish this before I could go home because the devil himself told me I couldn't go before all the files were finished.The others left about an hour ago. They offered t
Rosa…A few days have passed since that night and to be honest, I was glad Mr. Black wasn't here. He went to Italy on business. Max had to go with him, so it was only me, Brigitta, and Darana left. Speaking of Darana, she hasn't shown up yet. “What is going on with you?” Brigitta asked me, breaking
Rosa…Stacey had been on my case the rest of the week. She would find fault in everything I do and wear. I swear she had nothing better to do than play fashion police the entire day. I don't know what I did to her but good grief, this woman was getting on my last nerves.Brigitta told me Mr. Black w
Rosa…Briggita and I had been working nonstop on our files that were sent back to us. When I looked at the time, I saw that it was almost time for lunch. Thank god. I was getting hungry and my fingers felt like they had been running a marathon the entire morning.“Ten more minutes, then we can take