Chapter 3: Work with him

Belle's POV:

I come to my office and here is Dante making his own office comfortable for himself. I see his car next to mine in parking lot he also has a Maserati. His car looks like mine even the fact that they have both two colors.

My car. Such a show. A present for my eighteen years old birthday. A birthday full of gangsters, mobsters, mob bosses and CEOs which I know none. Pretend to be happy Belle. That's what I did that night. There wasn't a single soul that I know. My aunt helped my dad with my birthday.

They wanted to show the world how much they love me and care for me. That my father is a great single parent. That he cares about me. Such a night such a show. He acted so well that even I was about to believe him.

When I entered there was no Lia weird. I was doing my job not bothering to go and welcome him. Cause he isn't welcomed in my opinion or for me at least.

After a few hours I get out of my room searching for Lia cause I need some files.

"Lia." I call. She comes out of his office and seats behind her desk.

"Yes ma'am?" She asks.

"Bring my files for today." I say.

"Sorry but It's my lunch time." She says with a smirk.

"Lunch time is in thirty minutes." I reply.

"It was but Mr Romano changed it." She says with that stupid smirk.

"I am your boss too don't you think that you should take my permission as well." I reply.

"Well sorry to break it to you but he is better with words. He actually talks to me and replies, something you aren't able to do. He doesn't just nod. So he is more like a boss than you and I prefer to listen to him." She says.

"Sorry I didn't know that you were getting paid to talk and get replies. What are you a child that you need to get talk to? Sorry that life isn't nice to us all. Sorry that when I go home I face stuff that they break me and drain my energy so I am not able to talk to you and reply much. You are right it's my fault I shouldn't do mistakes so I wouldn't face those stupid consequences so I would be able to be cheerful and loving. You know why don't you just beat me for not being cheerful toward you cause that's what is suppose to happen when dear Belle is not behaving or is making a mistake." By the end I was shouting without noticing.

I look around and notice that people are staring. Even stupid Dante is out of his room staring at us.

"Don't you all have work to do?" I ask and most of them get back to they works. But Dante is still staring.

Lia was staring at me with a sad expression.

"Ma'am I.." I cut her off with the gesture of my hand.

"You know what work for him or go, I don't care I don't need a secretary any more I don't need you as my secretary more specifically. Leave all my files on my table, with my schedules and free my lines." I say with a smile and leave.

I open the window of my office staring at the city. Great I lost my secretary to him as well. See Belle nobody will stay with you even by force and money. Funny how they all don't like me. At this point I don't like myself either.

Someone enters my room like it's their own. Who could that be? Sure Dante. He soon will own all this.

"What was that about?" He asks. With a glare.

"You changing the break time without my permission. Happy now?" I say.

"I like the new time better and I don't need your permission." He says.

"You do. I am not your employee. I am your colleague so you better cooperate with me." I say.

"I own a bigger half of this company than you. So I have more rights and believe me if I want I can buy your half so it will all be mine. So you better behave I don't like you making a scene at my company." He says.

"You know now that you aren't professional why should I be? Let me be honest with you I hate you. I hate you so fucking much so do us both a favor and don't come around me. I don't like to see you. Ok?" I say with a mocking smile.

"Who do you think you are? Don't talk to me in that tune. You should respect me. Don't think that cause you father is in mafia I am afraid of him like the others. I won't hesitate to ruin you both. Don't think that his support will keep you safe." He says. I laugh. I laugh at his stupid joke. My father supporting me? The most stupid thing I've ever heard.

"You are so funny. Oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in years. Go ahead ruin him but don't forget to call me to cheer. I don't care that you know about his other business or what you could do. Do whatever you want ruin me for all I care, just don't show me your face cause I hate it. Wait do you want to show me the consequences as well. Go ahead show and leave." I say with a smile.

"You have mental problems I am sure about that. Consequences? What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Why do you hate me so much? Not that I care I am just curious." He asks.

"You came out of nowhere buying my share of the company. If you weren't so greedy I still had my share. I worked so hard for here, for two years. And you came, give him an offer and took it. And now you are here changing rules acting like you've build the freaking building. Ruining everything I've worked for just because you are so fucking greedy. How much money do you need? Weren't your eleven fucking companies enough that you also want mine? For your information in the end you will die without taking a penny with yourself." I reply.

"If I hadn't bought it someone else would've done it. If you were against this you could've utter a word yesterday at the meeting. The shares were in your name you could've said no. You didn't have sign those papers nobody forced you. So now accept this instead of acting like a puttana (bitch)." He replies.

"What do you know? What the fuck do you know? Mr smart ass if I had a choice I wouldn't hesitate to tear those papers into pieces or say no to the whole deal. So believe me hating you it's the only option left stronzo (asshole)."

"I don't care you have to respect me and my rules as long as I am here ok? Behave and be professional." With that he goes out smacking the door in the process. So much of being professional.

I am home after four hours of work. Is it right to call this place? Wasn't home suppose to be a safe, lovely place with a family that enjoys your presence and give you some love? I am at the house. Not mine and not comfortable to say our.

I was about to skip the dinner again but my father calls me.

"Bella come back sooner tomorrow we have some guests I want you to meet." He says and leave the room. I leave after him going to my room to sleep.