Yultide With The Mafia Boss

Chapter 1: The Weird Job Advert

Milva's POV

It has been very depressing living Without job for the past six months. My once comfortable lifestyle as an administrative assistant in a thriving real estate firm has plummeted to struggling for survivor for the past couple of months. All the money that saved while working has exhausted as a result of the medical bills of my mum who was diagnosed with a strange heart disease.

Currently, I'm as broke as a church rat! I hate this life!

I struggled no to slide into depression as a result of my joblessness. I hate that I'm idle at my prime. It's heartbreaking to see that I'm turning to a couch potato every morning when most of my mates are heading to their various working places.

My morning routines has always been to scroll through my phones checking social media if there would be any job vacancies that suit my qualifications. I have sent my applications to the vacancies I thought I was qualified for. So far, there've been no feedback. So discouraging!

As usual, I was lazily scrolling through my phone when I saw an advert that caught my attention.

VACANCY!!!

A CEO of a reputable organization needs the service of a female Personal Assistant with fast typing skills who shouldn't be more than twenty-five years of age.

Interested applicants should send their applications and a snapshot of their full length personal pictures to the email below before 6 P.M today.

N.B. Don't bother applying if you don't have brown eyes and long black hair!

I couldn't even believe my eyes as I read through the the strange job advert. What type of job vacancy is this? Why are they demanding for pictures of the applicants? Why been specific about the colour of the eyes and hair of the interested applicants?

I turned twenty-five two months ago. My eyes are a little bit on the brown side and my hair, like that of my ailing mum is dark and long.

Should I apply or ignore?

I could feel anxiety mixed with excitement tugging at my heart.

There is no doubt that the job advert is obviously weird, but on a second thought, I felt I should give it a try. After all, I have nothing to lose.

Without giving much thought to it, I sent my application and a snapshot of my full length picture to the email address.

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I almost slipped while hurrying to catch a cab that would take me to the hotel were the interview was scheduled to be conducted. I shivered under my heavy winter jacket. The morning was freezenly cold as winter announced it's arrival for the year with serious feriousness.

As the cab driver expertly snaked his way through the slow moving traffic, I couldn't but wondered what is the motivation behind my rushing to a five star hotel all in the name of a job interview after receiving the call last night.

I could vividly remember the cold voice that called me around twelve midnight.

“You're Milva Ferri, right?”

“Yes…who…” I tried asking sleepily as I sat up on my bed.

“Your interview is scheduled by eight o'clock this morning. Don't be late.” The cold voice said sternly.

“Wait, which interview? I…”

“How many Personal Assistant jobs did you applied for in the last twelve hours?” There was a long cold pause at the other end of the line.

“Ooohh…are you…” I tried recalling.

“Eight o'clock. Don't be late!” The line went dead.

I first thought I was at the wrong venue of the scheduled interview as I stood in front of the magnificent Shariton hotel, shivering under the wintery morning. What a luxurious edifice!

Apart from the few guests that were driving out of the hotel, the entire atmosphere seems tranquil.

“Milva Ferri?”

A fat man with a shining pointed head that looks like a bullet, called out from the bar section of the hotel as I walked in through the lobby. From his voice, I knew he was the one that called me earlier.

Where are others?

“It's good sign that you came earlier.” The fat man said with a smile as he looks at his Rolex watch.

As I slowly walked towards him, everything about his stature seems to grow larger. He appears to be more than six feet in hieght and his large frame appears to be intimidating. There were two huge and hefty looking men on dark suit standing behind him.

I was afraid.

What did I got myself into? Should I turn back run?

“Milva sit down and make yourself comfortable.” The fat man said.

One of the hotel staff placed a tray of hot coffee and croissant before me. I felt a little bit relaxed.

“After going through hundreds of applications, we finally picked you as the only one qualified for the job.” The fat guy said smiling.

I smiled, feeling proud of myself. After about six months of searching for job, here I am been offered one in one of the most luxurious hotel in the city. I couldn't even believe my luck!

“You will be working closing with the boss. We've carried out our due diligence and found you qualified for this job.” The fat man said wiping some sweat from his brow.

So he is not even the boss that I would be working directly with. I sipped my hot coffee gingerly.

If this fat guy here is acting all bossy, I wonder what the main boss would be like.

“You'll only work for the boss for one week.”

What? I almost spilled my coffee on my dress as I couldn't believe what the fat guy just said.

This is not even a job as I thought initially. This is like a contract. A gig or something.

So after working for one week, I'll return to unemployment world. This doesn't make any sense. I could feel sadness creeping into my heart. I have to leave this place, there is no point continuing sitting here and listening to this arrogant fat guy.

“Sir, I want to go.” I stood up from my seat.

“Why?” The fat guy looked surprised and disturbed.

“I initially thought it would be a normal job that I could do and be paid at the end of every month. I never knew it would be just for one week.” I picked up my jacket from the chair close by.

The fat guy smiled broadly for the first time.

“After completing the one week job, you'll be paid five thousand dollars.”

I was stunned for a moment as I sat down slowly, mouth agaped.

Five what? Maybe there was a mistake somewhere or probably, I didn't get him the first time.

“Sir, what did you say?” I asked with eyes wide open.

“Milva do you want me to repeat myself? Whatever you heard, that is what it is.”

“Five thousand dollars for just working with the boss for one week?” I laughed incredulously.

This amount is as twice as what I earned monthly during my last job!

With this money, I could easily pay off all my debts. Take my mum to a better hospital with a good cardiologist. I'll change my wardrobe. Maybe I'll use part of the money to start up small business.

“Go home, pack your bags, we are leaving for the countryside later tonight.” The fat man said with an air of finality as he stood up and walked out of the hotel bar with his two hefty bodyguards following in tows.

I was left speechless and befuddled.