My face could have a written question mark on it as Colby cleared his throat. Blake took back his hand and I can definitely see him smirk.
“Yes. I mentioned the job that I lined you up for. Blake here just came back from abroad. He is looking for an executive assistant to manage some of his work.” Colby explained.
“Oh.” That is all I can say at the moment.
The man in front of me has a face that seemed sculpted by a greek artist. His face is a little long but his sharp jawline balances it out. He has gray-colored eyes that seemed to have a storm going on in there. His hair is an overgrown clean-cut, ruffled, and all over the place. His hoodie fits perfectly on him, shaping his shoulders and chest but loose on the lower side. And I’m gonna be his assistant.
“Let’s talk about the details over dinner.” Blake suggested and raised his hand.
A lady brought us the menu. She is glancing at Blake repeatedly as if she is scared and admiring him at the same. She flushed when he told her his order.
“So can you tell me what I should be doing?” I started the questioning as I am very curious.
“It’s pretty easy as I don’t have many activities for now. I just need you to arrange schedules, answer calls, and other office things I might need.” It sounds easy. Except for the fact that they are running a syndicate and a known mafia group in the country.
“Great. When should I start?” I asked.
“As soon as possible. But you still have to undergo some training in the office and in the field.” Colby spoke. I borrowed my eyebrows and looked at him.
“Field?” I am confused.
“Yes. Martial Arts and Firearms are some. You need to memorize all our business partners and enemies as well. We can’t have them sneaking in on us. Someone will be assisting you with all that. Training starts tomorrow.” Blake is speaking without even looking at me.
My mind is still processing all that information. I have a lot of questions but I don’t know where to start asking. My head is tilting side by side as I try to create sound sentences. Colby is trying to hold his laughter.
“So how was your talk about your previous work?” Colby initiated a diversion.
I can see the bond between the two of them, the bond that could’ve been with me. I admit I am a bit jealous. But I am more grateful to Blake’s family for letting Colby grow just as he is like today. Ten years is no joke for a growing child, especially from a child raised in the worst conditions.
“Please come to my office tomorrow by nine. I would have you meet your trainers, both of them.” Blake said as we went down the elevator to the park. We are heading home.
“Sure. But can I get your number? Just in case.” He gave me his number and we went our separate ways.
I woke up early to prepare breakfast. I always eat with Mom in the morning just to make sure she is alright and taking her medicines properly. Father never bothered us so far. I double-checked everything in Mom’s room before I left her to prepare for my job orientation today.
I asked Cols what I should wear today and he told me to dress casually and smart but bring spare clothes for physical training. I thought he was joking but I prepared one anyway.
I met Blake in the lobby taking his morning coffee. He is reading a new paper and is wearing a black suit with a navy blue inner shirt. His long hair was slicked back giving him a fresh clean look. I can properly see the shape of his body now. This guy never disappoints, I don’t he’ll ever will.
“Good Morning.” I greeted him. He looked up from his newspaper and lifted his coffee cup to me.
“Coffee?” He asked.
“I’m done with mine. Shall we go?” He folded his newspaper and finished his coffee before setting the cup on the table.
“Yep. Let’s go.” We took his car and drove quietly to his hotel.
“Why don’t you guys just have an office building?” I asked.
“Our transactions should be as discreet and as hidden as possible. We own these hotels under a different name to keep safe of our identity, as well as our clients. It serves its purpose well.” Blake explained as we drove.
His office is on the top floor. It has the perfect view of the city. The interior of his office is as masculine as it can be. He noticed as my head turned around to take a look at the place.
“Dad arranged this office when I told him I’ll be coming back for good. Please don’t judge.” I smiled at him.
A knock came on the door. A blonde woman dressed in a silk cream blouse and fitted pink pencil skirt came in. With her is a girl in a black tracksuit, and her hair is in a high ponytail.
“Mr. Valentino, we are here. Good Morning, Ms. Rivera. My name is Summer, I will assist you in your work here in the office.” The girl in the skirt us with a smile.
“I’m Ciara. I will be your trainer.” The girl in the tracksuit said.
“Ciara will also be your personal assistant. I can’t give Summer as she handles the hotel management. But I hand-picked these two for you, as per Colby’s suggestion too.” Blake explained. He motioned the three of us to take the seat on the couch set in front of his table.
“Hi, I am Leilah. Please just call me Leilah.” I extended my arms for a shake and both of the girls took it firmly.
“I will prepare a detailed list of all you will need to know. I am currently waiting for a few more things but we will have a complete discussion tomorrow.” Summer explained. She said we will meet again tomorrow but for today Ciara will be taking me.
“You might be shocked to start physical training on your first day, but we figured it would be better to condition your body as early as possible.” Ciara apologized for the set but I do understand their point.
After a few more talks, the girls bid their goodbyes. Summer will proceed with her work and Ciara will be getting the car. I will meet her at the parking lot.
“Good luck, Leilah.” Blake said without looking up from his readings.
“Can I ask you something, Blake?” I walked in front of his table and stood there waiting for him to look at me. “Why are you being so kind to me? I was a stranger not until two days ago but we are talking business casually like nothing is weird.”
“Why is it weird? You are Colby’s sister. Colby is my brother. If he said he wants you to be part of his life again I will do everything to make it happen.” He looked straight into my eyes as he said those words.
“Colby is very lucky to have you. I cannot thank you and your family enough.” I know I can never repay their kindness. But I am willing to be of help as long as I can.
“Colby is lucky to have you, Leilah. He is what he is because of you. Make sure to make him proud.”
Ciara took me to a shooting range. It is not far from the hotel and it seems very popular as a lot of people are inside despite being within office hours on a weekday.“The very first thing you need to know is how to handle a gun properly. Most of our transactions include head-on battles with city police and their main weapon is a gun.” Ciara explain.We settled in a private room. She set up my equipment, the glasses, ear covers, and a vest even though only the two of us is in the room.“Proper handling of a gun is essential, both for safety and effectiveness of using it. Always use your two hands when holding a weapon, unless you are in a situation where you are unable to do so.” She first let me hold the gun with both hands, positioning my finger on the body and noting to never put my finger on the trigger.“Lean forward so your body won’t receive too much recoil when firing. Keep your stance solid and steady.” She said while adjusting my posture and making sure that I maintain a so
I just got home from my shift at a local diner. I head home since I don’t have a social life and I don’t have anywhere else to go. I live in a five-story apartment with a minimum of five houses per floor. Mine is on the fifth floor, just so my luck.As I pass by all the other floors, you can sum up what kind of neighborhood I live in.On the first floor, kids are playing everywhere. It may seem rude but these kids are nightmares of our apartment. No one knows how to deal with them, even their parents.For instance, they poured mighty glue all over my door knob. That shit stings.On the second floor, it just happened that a casserole came flying outside a window. It is followed by a series of curses and other not-so-good words.The third floor is the spooky floor. It is occupied, but no one has ever seen its residents. I heard they were relatives. They either leave the house early and come home late or they never really go out. I even thought maybe they are dead in there but there is n
“Are you fucking serious?” I grabbed my apron off my body. I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed my bag, and bolted off. If they really mean what they said, Mom is in trouble. I still don’t get it but my gut is telling me to go to her.I remember her first nights when she would cry and struggle in her sleep. I thought maybe it was trauma because of what she had been through with my father’s beatings but it never occurred to me what it might be. Mom had been staring out of nowhere sometimes, mumbling to herself things like ‘I don’t want to go, ‘let me go, and such. My father had been so abusive, I really thought it was because of that. But now, I’m not sure.I reached my apartment after a fifteen-minute run. I was exhausted and out of breath. My knees felt like jelly and my lungs felt like they were being compressed. But nonetheless, I ran five flights of stairs until I reached my door.It was unlocked and unlatched. Shit.“Mom!” I rushed inside, opening the door wide. My house is dark and
The thought of meeting my father after all these years sent shivers down my spine. It’s a mixture of anger and being terrified of what I can do when I see him; or what he can do when he sees me. The guy in the suite mentioned his head towards one of the red doors. I’m guessing this is where my bastard father is. I followed him reluctantly. Silently praying for my safety, and for my mother’s as well.The guy knocked three times. You can hear the laughter of girls inside that stopped at the sound of the knock. The door was opened by a woman, around five-six feet tall, wearing a very skimpy spaghetti dress that is untied on the back and on the verge of falling out. She smiled at the guy then her eyes moved to me. Her smile faded. I felt like I was being undressed at that very spot.In front, my father is sitting on a half-circle-long couch. His arms are spread on the backrest and his legs are wide open. He’s wearing a suit, but the blazer is resting on the table and his inner long sleeve
I tried to sit straight and readied myself for what is yet to come. For that ten years, all I could think about was Colby was taken because I was not there to protect him. But seeing him now, all grown up and in a better condition than I am? I’m feeling guilty to say that what happened was a good thing.“Alright. The man that bought me, sold me again.” He started. I froze.“There’s this family that’s hiring kids to train for their underground transactions.” He continued to eat like what we are talking about is no big deal.“Underground? Like D-R-U-G?” I spelled it in case someone hears us. He laughed at this.“No, not that. But in the same league. Black market, imported items that are banned in the country, firearms, collector items. Those kinds of things. So I was sent there. They took care of me actually. We slept in very nice bunk beds with the other kids. We have girls and boys, of all ages up to twelve. “ Colby stopped the story and ordered wine.“Red wine okay?” He asked me.“I
I roam my eyes around the beautiful room that is now under my care. It kind of bummed me that it is not connected to Mom’s room but she is just in front of me. I can burst in anytime. “What things would you need? Would you need to go back to your old house to get things?” Colby asked me. My face scrunched as I try to think if I have anything important in my old house. I am thinking of saying a proper goodbye to my work at least. But I still want to continue my studies. “I don’t think I need to get anything except maybe my clothes.” I hesitantly said. “Don’t mind the clothes, sis. You have a walk-in closet here, a jacuzzi, a fireplace, and a bar. Name it, I’ll get it.” he winked. “It’s starting to sound like you are bragging about your status, dear little brother.” I said as I raise my left eyebrow at him. He laughed and raised his hands in defeat. I laughed a little. “I would need to properly leave my work so they can find a replacement. And I would really like to continue my st
Ciara took me to a shooting range. It is not far from the hotel and it seems very popular as a lot of people are inside despite being within office hours on a weekday.“The very first thing you need to know is how to handle a gun properly. Most of our transactions include head-on battles with city police and their main weapon is a gun.” Ciara explain.We settled in a private room. She set up my equipment, the glasses, ear covers, and a vest even though only the two of us is in the room.“Proper handling of a gun is essential, both for safety and effectiveness of using it. Always use your two hands when holding a weapon, unless you are in a situation where you are unable to do so.” She first let me hold the gun with both hands, positioning my finger on the body and noting to never put my finger on the trigger.“Lean forward so your body won’t receive too much recoil when firing. Keep your stance solid and steady.” She said while adjusting my posture and making sure that I maintain a so
My face could have a written question mark on it as Colby cleared his throat. Blake took back his hand and I can definitely see him smirk.“Yes. I mentioned the job that I lined you up for. Blake here just came back from abroad. He is looking for an executive assistant to manage some of his work.” Colby explained.“Oh.” That is all I can say at the moment.The man in front of me has a face that seemed sculpted by a greek artist. His face is a little long but his sharp jawline balances it out. He has gray-colored eyes that seemed to have a storm going on in there. His hair is an overgrown clean-cut, ruffled, and all over the place. His hoodie fits perfectly on him, shaping his shoulders and chest but loose on the lower side. And I’m gonna be his assistant. “Let’s talk about the details over dinner.” Blake suggested and raised his hand. A lady brought us the menu. She is glancing at Blake repeatedly as if she is scared and admiring him at the same. She flushed when he told her his ord
I roam my eyes around the beautiful room that is now under my care. It kind of bummed me that it is not connected to Mom’s room but she is just in front of me. I can burst in anytime. “What things would you need? Would you need to go back to your old house to get things?” Colby asked me. My face scrunched as I try to think if I have anything important in my old house. I am thinking of saying a proper goodbye to my work at least. But I still want to continue my studies. “I don’t think I need to get anything except maybe my clothes.” I hesitantly said. “Don’t mind the clothes, sis. You have a walk-in closet here, a jacuzzi, a fireplace, and a bar. Name it, I’ll get it.” he winked. “It’s starting to sound like you are bragging about your status, dear little brother.” I said as I raise my left eyebrow at him. He laughed and raised his hands in defeat. I laughed a little. “I would need to properly leave my work so they can find a replacement. And I would really like to continue my st
I tried to sit straight and readied myself for what is yet to come. For that ten years, all I could think about was Colby was taken because I was not there to protect him. But seeing him now, all grown up and in a better condition than I am? I’m feeling guilty to say that what happened was a good thing.“Alright. The man that bought me, sold me again.” He started. I froze.“There’s this family that’s hiring kids to train for their underground transactions.” He continued to eat like what we are talking about is no big deal.“Underground? Like D-R-U-G?” I spelled it in case someone hears us. He laughed at this.“No, not that. But in the same league. Black market, imported items that are banned in the country, firearms, collector items. Those kinds of things. So I was sent there. They took care of me actually. We slept in very nice bunk beds with the other kids. We have girls and boys, of all ages up to twelve. “ Colby stopped the story and ordered wine.“Red wine okay?” He asked me.“I
The thought of meeting my father after all these years sent shivers down my spine. It’s a mixture of anger and being terrified of what I can do when I see him; or what he can do when he sees me. The guy in the suite mentioned his head towards one of the red doors. I’m guessing this is where my bastard father is. I followed him reluctantly. Silently praying for my safety, and for my mother’s as well.The guy knocked three times. You can hear the laughter of girls inside that stopped at the sound of the knock. The door was opened by a woman, around five-six feet tall, wearing a very skimpy spaghetti dress that is untied on the back and on the verge of falling out. She smiled at the guy then her eyes moved to me. Her smile faded. I felt like I was being undressed at that very spot.In front, my father is sitting on a half-circle-long couch. His arms are spread on the backrest and his legs are wide open. He’s wearing a suit, but the blazer is resting on the table and his inner long sleeve
“Are you fucking serious?” I grabbed my apron off my body. I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed my bag, and bolted off. If they really mean what they said, Mom is in trouble. I still don’t get it but my gut is telling me to go to her.I remember her first nights when she would cry and struggle in her sleep. I thought maybe it was trauma because of what she had been through with my father’s beatings but it never occurred to me what it might be. Mom had been staring out of nowhere sometimes, mumbling to herself things like ‘I don’t want to go, ‘let me go, and such. My father had been so abusive, I really thought it was because of that. But now, I’m not sure.I reached my apartment after a fifteen-minute run. I was exhausted and out of breath. My knees felt like jelly and my lungs felt like they were being compressed. But nonetheless, I ran five flights of stairs until I reached my door.It was unlocked and unlatched. Shit.“Mom!” I rushed inside, opening the door wide. My house is dark and
I just got home from my shift at a local diner. I head home since I don’t have a social life and I don’t have anywhere else to go. I live in a five-story apartment with a minimum of five houses per floor. Mine is on the fifth floor, just so my luck.As I pass by all the other floors, you can sum up what kind of neighborhood I live in.On the first floor, kids are playing everywhere. It may seem rude but these kids are nightmares of our apartment. No one knows how to deal with them, even their parents.For instance, they poured mighty glue all over my door knob. That shit stings.On the second floor, it just happened that a casserole came flying outside a window. It is followed by a series of curses and other not-so-good words.The third floor is the spooky floor. It is occupied, but no one has ever seen its residents. I heard they were relatives. They either leave the house early and come home late or they never really go out. I even thought maybe they are dead in there but there is n