Ruggerio
I groan as I open another text that reaches my inbox. This one is straight pick me. It doesn’t even state any details, she just writes how she is the woman of my dreams and wants to make out.
Sure.
My nerves are already growing thin as the meeting with the representatives of the Montecco family is coming closer and even if I’m ready to handle the prick on my own, my grandfather doesn’t seem to be convinced of the same. He told me a few days ago that this deal is too important to take it casually. So, he and my father are now in the game too, and it is getting on my nerves. Badly.
Arabella walks in carrying another bunch of documents, and I’m ready to jump out of my office situated on the 95th floor as my phone chimes with another incoming DM-notification. Thanking my assistant
