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

Once I am in the workshop, a kind of horror and fear rises in my blood until it takes over my body completely.

Oh oh. This is not a good thing.

"Lydia!"

I call out to her as I walk around the main industrial automatic sewing machine, looking at the annihilated scraps of cloth around it.

"Lydia!" I call back as I watch trying to figure out what's wrong with this.

She appears from the kitchen bringing her plastic cup with her nutritional shakes supposedly to eliminate hunger and lose weight. Something that it does not achieve since bulimic binge eating is still a matter that we all know about, at least those of us who spend more than eight hours a day with it.

"Yes, Iggy! Welcome!

"Lydia, what is this?"

Then she watches too and runs to stop the machine.

She removes the main cover and we watch together the worst news we could have received since we came to this place.

“Shit,” I muttered, eyeing the wad of cloth that has been stuffed into the main engine. This thing has to be the first thing we change with capital, but there won't be capital if they find out the state things are in. Until yesterday this was working fine!

"Maybe at night Isaac forgot to change the bundle of cloth at some point and it got stuck without realizing it."

”Demons!”

"Do you want me to make an appointment with the technician to come see you?"

” In four hours I have lunch with the CEO, Lydia, what kind of appointment can you ask for if you already know that the technician never meets his schedule!”

“I… I can Google someone else to come right away.”

”For god's sake.”

I go in search of the middle ladder, I place it on the edge of the machine, and go up to check what is there. If I pull on the larger piece, other gears may be skipped and we'll have a bigger problem. The objective is that they see this place works correctly, not to scare them away.

I roll up my sleeves and check where to start, getting my fingers dirty with grease from the machine.

"Please," I say, "get me some tweezers from the tank and a jar of hydrogen peroxide so I can get this out. I'll take care of it…”

”But, Iggi, are you sure it's not better…?”

"Please, Lydia!"

”Immediately.”

She runs to the warehouse that we have behind the patio and ends up leaving me alone with the machine disconnected trying to check which route was forcing the machine uselessly until it stopped. 

I will have to discuss this with Isaac as soon as he comes over for his night shift, this can't happen! It could imply a monumental loss for us now in addition to not arriving with the orders.

My thoughts are collapsed with the external world where I hear a door close and steps approach with determination but without haste.

"Lydia!" I insist. “Hurry up. The fucking CEO must see it working!”

“The fucking CEO?”

The voice is completely unexpected.

And scared with fear seeping into my bones.

I look away from the machine to see the man in a suit waiting under my feet, watching me from below where I feel that my skirt has not been a good choice to come here.

The man brushes his caramel-brown hair back and watches me with steady gray eyes.

"It...can't...be," I murmur.

He smiles at me with a slight half smile that heralds the gateways to the cruelest of hells:

"Good morning, Iggi. My name is Leonardo Ferrari, CEO and who will invest in your venture. I think a digital machine would be the first option, rather than something mechanical.”

”Here I have the things, Iggi… AH!”

The scream that hits when seeing Leonardo makes me jump from fright that makes my skin crackle and I also let out a scream:

”AAAH!”

To trip on the stairs and fall backwards.