Alessandro’s point of view.
“You’re not going anywhere.” The sentence, or better yet, the command, makes me scoff, and I open my laptop.
“Watch me!” I say and continue typing, but he closes it again, adding more fuel to the fire that burns inside of me.
“Mr. Russo, stop it. I won’t work for someone who’s most probably disgusted by me,” I snap angrily, but it’s like he doesn’t even hear me, and he keeps the laptop closed.
Okay, I'm declaring myself officially pissed off!!!!
“Stop it!” I glare at him, and he sighs heavily as if I'm blowing this out of proportion. Is he... okay?
“I’m not disgusted by you,” he says in a convincing voice, and I want to believe him, but he did say that it's me... so...?
“No? Then what’s your problem with me?” I ask, and he averts his gaze, looking everywh
