Three

All he wanted was a decent breakfast at his favorite breakfast cafe, personally. When Nico had Roberto Ryans follow him there, what he wasn't certainly expecting was a young crazy lady who'd go ahead to spill coffee on his favorite tux and then insult his looks.

Roberto Ryans had been desperately wanting to see the one man that would change the course of his life and company forever and when he finally got the invitation to join him for breakfast, he was overwhelmed with joy.

But seeing him standing there looking like a teenager with a stained shirt and a potty mouthed lady insulting him, even him was terrified.

“Boss, should I make her apologize?” Dante, Nico's head of security asked.

Nico gestured with a slight wave of his hand to let it slide, he turned to face the little man beside him. “Mr Ryans, I'm sorry you had to see this. Breakfast is ruined, how about your secretary brings over the proposal tomorrow and then I'll review it, see it as my means of apologizing for this embarrassment.”

Roberto almost fell at Nico's feet, his eyes lit with appreciation. “Of course sir, I will! Thank you so much! Thank you!” He exclaimed, excitedly.

Nico smiled weakly and walked to his car, leaving the man bowing his head continuously in appreciation. He groaned mildly as he walked off the heavy layer of his tux. “Let's go.” He ordered, monotonously.

His driver complied and soon, they were at his office. All the workers were terrified seeing their stone-cold boss coming in to work with a stained shirt. Though his abs were more evident, no one dared to feast on the tempting sight.

Alejandro; his P.A was also shocked, he had gotten a call aforehand but didn't believe it.

“A woman spilled coffee on the almighty Nico Giovanni and called him an ugly mouse?” A man said mockingly as Nico walked into his own office.

Nico frowned at the man who looked his age, messing around on his swivel chair.

“I heard she called you an ugly mouse, are you really that repulsive?” The man continued.

“Get your ass off my chair Jordan.” Nico barked.

Jordan laughed softly and stood up, raising his hands to show surrender while he mocked Nico.

“Now it's safe to say you look hot, because you're visibly hot.” Jordan joked.

“What do you want Jordan?”

“Her number and identity, a woman for once didn't swoon at your feet or strip at the sound of your voice for once, that's strange, almost impossible.”

“Don't you have work to do Jordan?” Nico asked sarcastically.

Jordan clicked his tongue. “Yes I do, I came to see you concerning the partnership deal we made with the Adipose Textiles Inc, the stocks have skyrocketed since we pulled in our investments and announced the partnership but they're claiming along with obviously fake records that the profit share has only gone up by 250%.” Jordan reported.

“What's the share percentage?” Nico asked as he began to unbutton the soiled shirt.

“600%.”

“Those sneaky bastards, they think they're so slick.” Nico swore then stared daggers at Jordan who licked his bottom lips, watching him undress. “Why the hell are you looking like me like that?”

“Just wondering how you could manage to look like a scrumptious snack and a woman would call you ugly.”

“Go away Jordan.” Nico warned and threw his shirt at Jordan before walking into the bathroom in his office.

His office was a condo on its own, he had the best architect plan the building, it was designed like a house, it had everything ranging from bathroom to kitchen, a standard bedroom, wine cellar and library.

The office was just an extension, why? Because Nico worked tirelessly and made the office his second home.

His fingers traced on his skin as he changed his cloth, the image of the lady flashing right across his face. She was the first to dare defy him, the resolution in her eyes made him attracted to her almost instantly, coupled with her audacity to disrespect him.

Ten minutes later, he walked back to his office and Jordan was busy going through some files.

“Why are you still here?” Nico asked as he took his seat.

“Alejandro dropped this, apparently you're beginning to fancy that girl.” Jordan said, smirking as he handed over a complied well detailed file on Camille.

Nico snatched it from him and hissed. “Don't touch my stuff, mind your business.”

He opened the file and saw her photograph attached.

“Beautiful, isn't she?” Jordan piped in.

“The only reason you're still alive is because you're my best friend, don't push your luck any further.” Nico stared at Jordan deadpan in the eye and warned.

Jordan tsked and scowled before backing away. “What do we do to the cheating textile?”

“What they deserve, take the entire profit, withdraw our investments, cause their stock prices to become useless, buy them then turn the company to a poultry.” Nico replied, plainly.

“Isn't that a bit harsh? How about a negotiation with them?”

“No, let them be a scapegoat for others. Goodbye Jordan.”

Jordan threw him a dirty look which was countered with a deadlier one, he threw a pen at his dear friend and made a run for it. “Ugly mouse!” Jordan laughed as he ran.

Nico clicked his tongue and went through the file, carefully, apparently, her company was on the waiting list to receive some sort of partnership and contract from his. He smirked satisfactorily as a wicked plan formed in his head.

‘Camille Salvatore, how about I personally introduce myself to you?’ He muttered to himself then dialed a number on the landline.

“Alejandro, how fast can you schedule a meeting?”

Meanwhile, Camille woke up late that afternoon, the banging headache was gone but her stomach rumbled terribly. She swore about how miserable her life was before reluctantly heading downstairs to the dining room to find some food.

“Why are you still here?” Bernard asked as he sighted her, stuffing food into her mouth.

“Are you not happy to see your sister?” She retorted, with her mouthful.

He snickered. “You broke off all relations with us when you decided to marry that loser, how dare you show your face here?”

Camille eyed the document he held in his hand. “Still struggling to keep your company afloat?”

“You little wench!” Bernard spat as she hit the nail on the head.

“Don't overly stress your brain cells, it'll die rapidly. I'm allowed to be here, I'm still a Salvatore.”

“No you're not.” A firm voice disapproved.

An older version of Camille walked up to them and looked disgusted at how Camille was munching on that food. Camille instantly stood straight.

“Mom.” She greeted, gulping in a large amount of food.

“I've told you to not call me that, no daughter of mine would marry tha-”

“We're not getting married. I'm dumping him.” Camille interjected.

The woman looked shocked by her words but then scoffed in delirium the next second. “If you've broken your relations with him, why then is he here?”

“Hello Camille.” Vincent greeted nervously, emerging from behind.

“Vincent?” Camille exclaimed and immediately aspirated the remnant of the food she was chewing.