23. Attacking on him for the sake of my virtue

23

The dining room was exquisite. The walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a candelabra.

My legs automatically moved inside while my pupils noticed everything minutely. From the look itself, I can confidently say that my boss must have spent millions of dollars on this villa. But sadness dawned on me because it was barely used. He hardly stayed here, only during his trips to Milan.

It was assured that he travelled too much. And I wondered how many such beautiful Villas were built for him but never used for a permanent stay!

I stood beside the table and trailed my fingers on the wood. Down the centre of the table was a runner with Celtic design woven in gold and green into the fabric itself. At the end of the table were floor to ceiling French doors, left slightly opened to let in the scented summer air gush in and brush the faces o