What Money can't Buy

Kayda’s POV Why, why do they always have to find me. Can’t they just leave me alone? I love this man there’s nothing going to stop me even if a bullet has to pierce through someone’s heart. 1 year earlier “I’m glad I’m far away from them, I hope this new mask doesn’t break” I thought to myself as I arrived at Brera, Milan planning my new life. I had rented a tiny apartment where I’d be staying for the mean time but I need to get a job to sustain me till I’m ready to go interview at the big companies. “ I Kayda Vorce would succeed right here in Italy.” Brera is peaceful and calm and I was able to find myself a job as a waitress, although it never really sat well with me why people spend € 500 on simple dinner without thinking twice and this wealthy couple complain because their wine isn’t cold enough. “Five hundred euros. People could feed a family for months with that. Yet they complained because their wine was two degrees too warm.” I thought to my self as I just smiled at them while going to pour a new glass for them “ I’ve always resented the rich fools who boast of their earnings, I mean why can’t you be low-key and just enjoy a simple meal instead of over doing, I mean mama always-“ I couldn’t really understand my mind why’d it always have to bring up family? They’re gone to me, I never want to think of them again. “Working as a waitress has been fun but I wanna achieve greater things you know? Be one of the big dogs in here” I told Mr Ben “Kayda dearie, I’ve always known you had bigger plans.” “I mean from the moment you came to my restaurant ‘De Casa Amor’ your eyes have been lit for greater things. I don’t know if I’m wrong but when you’re so happy or determined about something your eyes glow and I get a touch of blue in those honey brown eyes of yours” I was startled, how can this simple man see me for exactly who I am?. “Oh Mr Ben you’re probably seeing things again “I laughed and brushed him off. Ben was so kind to tell me about a company which the boss is in need of an assistant “Moretti International” he called it, it didn’t really sit well with me cause that name sent a shiver down my bones. With the earnings I had made from Ben’s restaurant, I stayed home for a week making research on my future boss. “Another arrogant rich prick” I thought to myself as I read about Dante Moretti, i clenched my fist no one can understand where my hatered lays for rich people. All I need to to make enough money here to start my own empire and hopefully go back to London to claim what’s mine.