HER MAFIA CEO

Chapter 1: I stared at my reflection a few moments longer in the mirror. I lingered a little while on the spot that had conveniently for no reason shown up this morning; I had covered it With foundation so it blended better into my milky skin. My eyes stared back at me, brown and looming. I noticed that one is slightly swollen, making it appear bigger than the other. For no apparent reason, I kept biting nervously at my lips, knowing fully well that I was smudging my clear lips gloss, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. My anxiety was going through the roof and I hadn’t even stepped out yet.“Sidney, are you there ?” I heard the voice of my best friend May echo from my phone. “Uhm, yeah. I’m here;” I replied, clearing my throat and diverting my eyes to my FaceTime call wit May. She was still in bed, and to be honest that’s the only place I wish to be now, rather than about to head out for this new job in a complete new state. You know this idea of being i

Chapter 3 “Are you daydreaming about your hot boss?” “I am not dreaming about my boss May” I said rolling my eyes at her as she burst out laughing from the other end of the FaceTime call.“Okay, My bad, you were just thinking of her fingers all up in you. Yeah?”I felt my body heat up, if I could visible blush, I promise I would have. She started laughing again and this time I joined in. I was in bed under the covers, where I had been basically the whole day, my first week at work had been very stressful, and I’m so glad for the weekend to finally be here. I held my phone and watch as May continue to giggle. “Well, are you finally done yet?”Okay, that was a bad idea, because she just got triggered and the laugh just started all over again, and all I could do is just watch her and giggle. My phone pinged and a notification bubble appeared in front of my screen. Miss Diaz: There’s been an emergency meeting we have to attend. It’s a dinner, dress pretty, I will be

Chapter 5“So tell me, will you choose beef over chicken? I mean scratch that, that’s not even the main question. Do you think snake is a good pet material?” I had a masculine voice ask behind me.Immediately I knew who it was: Harry: Harry was a colleague I’ve gotten to know over the weeks as I started working here. He was a bit weird I might say, but I still liked it. Him working closer to me made me feel at least a bit comfortable as all my other colleagues were all prim or hundreds years older than me. “Okay, first of, who chooses chicken over beef? Not me actually, secondly. Depends on who you ask?” I said turning around to face him. “And it also depends on the snake species or whatever.” I smiled at him as I leaned against my desk. He had black hair which falls across his face and had on a goofy smile. “Would you love to keep a snake as a pet” I pretend to think about his question placing my hand on my chin and looking up at the sky as I swirl around in my chair

Chapter 7Getting things wrapped up, and being placed in order for the retreat was quite exhausting. I had arrived back in California on Sunday night and had to get up early to prepare for work the very next morning, it wasn’t necessarily an Ideal situation, but then again life has never given an option to make my own choiceThrough out the week various important looking people came in and out of Miss Diaz office, I barely even saw her one on one. Regardless, however. I knew it was going to be unavoidable once the weekend arrives, the thought of it makes me very anxious and at the same time giddy or should I say excited. “Sidney”I suddenly looked up from my computer screen to see Miss Diaz standing at the door. “I hope everything is in order for the retreat?” She was dressed in a vintage shirt coupled with a plain high waist trouser, her black hair was slightly curled. I found my self staring at her, the tattoos on her neck was slightly visible from leaving two of the shirt but

I wasn’t so much clarified on how wealthy Miss Diaz was, but booking a whole private jet to Mexico? She’s filthy rich then!. My whole body aches from sitting for so long, we clearly didn’t talk much on the trip, we quite talk about business and only business related conversations. We had nothing special, nothing informal or rather extract to talk about, although I so badly wanted her to say something to me, something that isn’t so work related, maybe why Evelyn was spread out naked in her office, at least about what she was. But I’m not sure she owes me any explanation, I’m just a PA, I should be glad I’m not in my confiscated apartment boxing my stuffs and getting my self ready to go back to Detroit. We arrived at Mexico City at late noon, you needed not to be told you’ve arrived, with the Spanish music and fries so obvious in the air, we were on an island situated not so far across a blue sea, not so close but it’s waves are felt as the wind kisses my face, I looked a