CHAPTER 29

Antonio's POV

The door opens again the moment Amelia goes out and my mother comes in, looking gorgeous in her single-piece maroon dress with long sleeves and a black designer handbag.

Amelia and I just had a brief conversation about the Australia deal without talking about what happened between us yesterday.

I know she is mad at me from the way she was acting professionally all of a sudden. Amelia barely acts professionally for hours. She is professional this minute, chatty and friendly the next minute.

I guess I just need to set limits to our communication so she won't get the wrong idea and begin to think she can have me wrapped around my fingers.

"Anton", mother calls, standing by the door and folding her arms around her bosom, watching me intensely.

"Mother?" I stand upright in respect, wondering why she is here, dressed this way. I can't remember the last time my mother visited me.

"I am travelling this morning", she saunters closer and drags the chair out before sitting in.

I fl