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Gabriel–Aged 19.
I open the email and I hear the voices coming, I glance up just in time to see. “And you know what
that means?” My father playfully winks as they walk past my desk and she laughs on cue.
Can I see you in my office for a moment?” he asks her.
“Of course, sir.” She gives him a sexy smile and they disappear into his office and close the door
behind them.
It’s just another day in the office.
I work at Ferrara Media now. It’s always been my dream to work here alongside my father. To learn the ropes and to make my family proud.
Now…. Not so much.
Feeling the love and respect you had for your father slowly gurgle down the drain is as depressing as it gets, and just when you think that the knife can’t cut any deeper, in it goes.
I stare at my computer and I hear her giggle, my stomach twists with jealousy.
My father is fucking his PA.
The worst part about it is that he doesn’t try and hide it from me. He doesn’t care if I know or not.
We’ve never had the conversation but there isn’t a doubt in my mind about what’s going on.
I die a little every time I watch my mother beg for his love. I hear her cry late at night when he
doesn’t come home and I listen to him lie to her every day.
His trips to Italy are becoming more and more frequent, and longer each time. It’s ramping up, I can
feel it coming to a climax and he doesn’t care anymore.
He wants out.
He’s going to leave us…some days I wish that he would just fucking go and be done with it, put us all out of this misery.
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To watch your family slowly disintegrate before your eyes is painful.
But to watch your mother suffer through it is a fate worse than death.
I hear things go flying off his desk through the wall and I know exactly what they’re doing in there. I get a vision of them and nausea runs through me.
What kind of man sleeps with his personal assistant?
What kind of man puts a random woman before his own family?
I swear on my life, I’ll never be like him…not ever.
I fucking hate him.
Gabriel – Aged 26.
Knock, knock.
“Yes,” I call.
My office door opens and Alessio puts his head around the corner.
“Remember to be nice.”
I slap my folder onto my desk. “Get the fuck out.”
“I mean it.” He walks in. “The HR team have handpicked this one.”
“Please.” I roll my eyes. “Like the last five assistants they’ve handpicked.” I open my emails, bored
with this conversation. “Useless the lot of them.”
“Just be nice. We don’t want anyone else resigning on the first day.”
I fake a smile and then drop my face immediately. “Why don’t you do me a favor and resign?”
“Gabriel.” He widens his eyes. “Be nice.” “Yes, yes.” I sigh.
“I’ll send her in.”
“Her?” I frown. “I don’t want a her.”
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“She’s the most qualified for the job.”
“But she’s a woman.”
“Will you stop being sexist,” he whispers angrily.
“I’m not being sexist; I’m being fucking honest. I’m not interviewing a woman for the PA position, end of story.” Knock, knock.
both turn to see a woman at the open door. Long red hair, perfect posture, and the most beautiful face I have ever seen. I find myself walking toward her. “Hello.” I hold my hand out to shake hers. “Gabriel Ferrara.” “Hello, Mr. Ferrara.” She smiles confidently. “I’m Violet Coleman.”
Oh….
Her voice is husky, sexual.
No, no, no…this is all wrong.
“I’m sorry, the position has been filled,” I tell her.
“No it hasn’t.” She walks past me into my office and then turns to face
- me. “I just heard you say you didn’t want a woman as your personal assistant.”
“I don’t.”
“Tough luck.” She folds her arms. “You heard him, I’m the most qualified for the job.”
Who the fuck is this witch?
She gestures to my chair. “Sit down, Mr. Ferrara, I came for an interview and you are going to
interview me.”
“I’ll do no such thing.”
“Fine.” She sits down and takes a folder out of her bag. “Then I’ll interview you. I have a long list of
questions.”
Huh?
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I stare at her as my mind goes blank.
Alessio smiles broadly as he looks between us. “I’ll leave you two to it, then.” I hear the door click as 1
stare at her.
She opens her folder and takes out a pen and paper. “Firstly…. How do you like your coffee?”
I frown. “That is none of your business.”
like mine strong with cream and half a sugar,” she announces.
“Do I look like I care?”
She scribbles something down onto her notepad.
I walk around the desk and drop into my seat. “What are you writing there?”
“Four teaspoons of sugar in your coffee.”
“Why would I need four fucking teaspoons of sugar?” I spit.
She looks me dead in the eye. “To sweeten you up. Why else?”
I roll my lips to hide my smirk. “You’re annoying me already.”
“Likewise. When do I start?”
“Monday and don’t be fucking late.”
She stands and puts her handbag over her shoulder. “Don’t you be late.” She marches out and the door closes behind her.
I pick up my pen and flick through my calendar to Monday and I write the words.
Violet Coleman
I lean back in my chair and read the name again and then underline it. My eyes rise to the back of the door that she just left through.
Hmm….
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Monday just got interesting.
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