"Is there a problem?" Giovanni asks as I continued to stand there like a scarecrow with performance anxiety in a field of overconfident crows.
I hesitate for a moment, take a deep breath and walk in, closing the door behind me.
"Gio—Mr. D'Errico, I-I need to t-talk to you...i-in private," I say, feeling like a broken record player stuck on the stutter track."
They continue to stare at me, there were about seven of them gathered around the big round table with Giovanni sitting at the middle.
"Who on earth is this woman? Doesn't she know that interruptions aren't allowed during a meeting like this" one of them says angrily, he had a thick arabic accent as he glares at me.
"Isn't she Emily Rivera, the heiress to the Rivera fortune!" One of them exclaims. The room began to fill with mu
