Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

—I am in charge of the agenda, according to the stipulations requested by Mr. Ferrari in what implies periods with sales peaks where it is possible to expect the interest of people to make corresponding purchases and those moments in which it is convenient to take inventory. I share the agenda with the information that I have been able to gather and it is of interest to our market values ​​in the coming days.

Caroline's words are clear and concise; the boys are also present except for Siomara, the law specialist.

Having the meeting canceled at the last minute and being able to quickly reschedule made it easy for no volumes to rearrange plans almost immediately. Or maybe yes, but with the same immediacy, they returned to our meeting in which they were asked to be summoned. However, in the middle of reading dates, I find a gap of a day there in the middle of a hectic time lapse in which I decide to interrupt to ask her:

“Ahem...Caroline, excuse me for interrupting you, just let me ask you before moving on.”

-Sure, ask away.”

“Between the dates of July 8 and 10, we know the 9th, right? Maybe it's Sunday? Still, I understand that shopping centers open on time, or it may have been a mistake on my part.”

"It's Mr. Ferrari's birthday," Caroline adds. “I assumed that you would know if that day should be busy or not for work tasks. Investigating, I learned that the man usually makes silent retreats where he completely pauses everything that means work”.

Oh! Silent retreats? What kind of person is Leonardo? I don't judge that he does that kind of practice, what amazes me is that he didn't know, that our life is almost one of fighting over and over again, there is no other way to decipher what happens in his head or in his heart, addictive sex with him is what brings us back together, although I'm sure that won't happen again. Not after what our last meeting meant, although there was chaos from the first.

"Yes, Iggi?" Caroline snaps me up on the other side of the video call line, from which we are contacting each other through.

"I… I'll talk to him about it," I promise.

Then Nina turns on the microphone and walks over to ask:

"This time I'm the one who will interrupt if you'll excuse me," she says, "Iggi, could you explain to us why Mr. Ferrari is not present at this meeting?"

Oh dear.

"It's a reason for... him," I murmur.

“Precisely because motivation is my specialty” adds the human resources graduate, “I need a clear and unified message. Mr. Ferrari has not the remotest idea that this meeting is taking place, he was the one who requested that it be canceled today.”

" What did you say?" Kiki asks this time, also turning on her microphone. “So we're meeting without the company owner knowing?”

"I'm the owner of this company!" I intervene.

"You're a charter member, Iggi," Caroline corrects me.

And Kiki adds:

“If Siomara didn't join the conversation, it's because she has shown herself to be a serious enough person and to respect unified messages.”

"Guys, wait," Riccie chimes in. “What if we let Iggi answer us? You probably have a good explanation. Otherwise, we close the meeting and return at the right time, if it is part of the plans and expectations of each person, okay?”

"Okay," adds Nina, who decided to remain silent during the harsh inquisition. “ Iggi can give us instructions on how to continue, as it is the second in order of hierarchy in this Directory.”

My heart races and I begin to feel cornered. I am running out of the necessary tools to make an escape from the situation that invades me pertinent as the closure of opportunities to veto what I could take as a safeguard at this time.

The words stumble in my throat when we all see a new box appear with the loading cursor in progress and anxiety runs through me completely when I see the notice in the meeting:

“LEONARDO FERRARI HAS BEEN CONNECTED”.

Leonardo has all the authority, above mine, to close a meeting and resume it as he pleases, he is the CEO of the company and the owner of at least sixty percent of the shares. He  has every right to dispose of what the agenda refers to, clearly respecting the times of others.

However, his face appears in a suit, in his elegant office where you can see a huge screen behind him, a table in front of him, an executive chair and a serious look while also holding another cell phone where you can see him obviously busy.

Who was the bold one who contacted him to burn the information that we have met anyway? Is this the end of it all, where they will realize how complicated things are and choose to disappear?

Will Leonardo decide to close the companies?

I remember the words that passed through my mouth in a desperate attempt to flee from my own feelings, but above all, from his: "I don't love you Leonardo... I don't love you!"

"Mr. Ferrari," Riccie says. “Hello.”

"Good morning," the others seconded.