PROLOGE
516 Words
Unknown Pov
Castellano Tower rose high over the surrounding buildings in the area. It had taken four long years to build. The Beautiful skyscraper was a marvel of modern engineering and designing.
Its lavish exterior causing passersbys to stop and take pictures or to just stand there to look at in awe, No matter how many times they saw the Marvel the solid Gold lining the windows and foyers must be worth a Furtune, But the man who owns this building as has enough wealth to feed the entire world for year's.
That man was Julian Castelleno.
The Employees of the Castellano cooperations stood respectfully as they awaited for his arrival.
When the clock struck indicating that it was Eight am a luxurious car stopped in front of them and they straightened even more. The chauffeur rushed around from the driver's seat and opened the back door.
The chauffeur held the door open and stood respectfully as Julian Castellano stepped out of the car adjusting his Jade cufflinks before he straightened his tie and walked towards his employees.
" Good morning Mr. Castellano," his employees said in unison as he strode past with a nod to his secretry she q quickly began following close behind him.
His footsteps echoed as he walked through the lavish foyer towards the elevator that will take him to the top of the building. He walked inside with his secretary standing respectfully behind him.
No matter how many times she's been on this elevator it still fills her with awe. Julian faces the elevator doors not saying a word, the atmosphere in the elevator is serious and cold.
" Has the Asian campaign been successful?" he asked.
The Secretary opens her Tablet " Yes sir, it has been extremely successful we've made profits of ten billion dollars and all products haven't been distributed as yet our marketing team predicts another Ten billion in profit" she said.
" And my meeting with the Shang cooperation?". " Already scheduled Sir, you have a meeting with their senior board member this afternoon at seven Pm".
Julian nods and walks out the elevator towards his office. His office sits at the very top of the tower offering him a beautiful view of the city below. He walks towards his desk and opens one of the drawers.
He takes out a bottle of seventy-year-old scotch and pours himself a glass then walked towards the window. As he drinks the scotch he can't help but stare down at the tattoo upon his left wrist. He sighs as he reads it.
* Elizabeth*
He might have had plastic surgery to reconstruct the damage his accident had caused. But he couldn't go through with having this tattoo removed.
It was the only thing he had to remember her by. As Julian Castellano stands there surrounded by all the wealth he ever wanted. He can't help but think back on his past life when he was an unknown living with the love of his life.
Before she abandoned him and after that day nothing would be the same ever again.
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