I am in the queue at Starbucks to get coffee for the devil himself. I get black with no sugar as he said. I arrive at the company building at 8:54am. I walk straight from the elevator to my office. It is a professional beauty, plain brown with beige walls.I knock on his door at 9:00a.m. Sharp and wait for a response. After a few seconds, I hear ‘come in.’ I walk in and see him sitting at his desk with his hands crossed over his chest.‘‘Morning, Sir. Your coffee," I say as I hand over the coffee. He takes it and puts it on that classy table of his."How are you, Bella (beautiful)?""I am fine, thank you," I say, and he does not say anything after that. I decide to leave. While turning the doorknob, I hear him speak."Bella," he says, calling me back."Sir?""There are some papers you need to sign as my personal assistant. Have a seat. I will get them for you."I sit down while he brings out a paper. I read the paper and it

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I look for the phone on the nightstand and switch off the alarm. I get up from my bed using all the strength I have and walk straight to the bathroom to get ready for today’s trip. I have a good feeling that it’s going to be fun.Once done in the bathroom, I walk over to my closet to pick what to wear. I am wearing a black sweater, storm grey jeans, black flat shoes and a matching handbag with my shades on top. I love travelling comfortably. I walk downstairs to make breakfast for mama. I will have to break the news to her that I am going to the one place she has forbidden me to go. I don’t know the reason why, but I pray she won’t be upset.I step into the kitchen and get the ingredients from the cupboard. I mix flour, egg and milk with a little sugar. I set the frying pan to start the pancakes, when mama walks downstairs looking like the happiest person in the world. She pecks me on both cheeks before she sits down and ask

I woke up this morning with a killing headache from all the crying. I walk to the bathroom to do my morning routine. When I have finished taking a shower, I stand in front of the mirror to look at my reflection. I look like dead meat. I tell myself I must stop crying every day because of that asshole. He is not worth my tears. I have to prove to him that he can’t control my life. I have to be very strong. If not, he will know he is getting to me. I have to prove him wrong. Once I walk out of this hotel, I intend looking like the happiest person on this planet and not just my usual self.  I am going to put on some makeup to make myself feel good and put the most elegant clothes on. I think it’s high time I stop letting him always win and walk all over me like he owns me. I need to stand up for myself or this terror will never end. I step out of the bathroom to get ready for today; I have a feeling today is going to be good and hopefully work in my favour.I ha

I wake up from the sound of my alarm ringing. I check the time on my phone; it’s just 6:30.a.m. Why is my alarm ringing now, I still have 2 hours before work starts? I am about to lay back down when I receive a text message. I check it and see it’s from my boss.“Where are you? I hope you have not forgotten we have a meeting at seven this morning, Miss Luciano?”He has never called me by my name before. He must be in a bad mood. Oh my God, I forgot about the meeting this morning. I have only thirty minutes before the meeting starts and I have not even gotten out of bed. He is so going to kill me today.I quickly walk to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. By the time I am done showering 5 minutes have gone by, meaning I have 25 minutes left. I quickly dress up and run out of the house.Mama has gone to work, so I have to use the bus, but if I use the bus I won’t make it on time. I decide to use a cab, but unlu

I have been working non-stop since I got to the office this morning. Today is Friday, which means no work till Monday. I am so happy, but Friday’s are my worst working days. I have to finish all my work for the week before going home. And I am not planning on staying late again.Enzo left very early this morning. He did not even let me prepare breakfast for him. Since I came to the office, I have not seen him all day. I am grateful for that because the Enzo in the office and the Enzo outside of the office are two different people. I still wonder why sometimes. I am in my office replying to some of Enzo’s emails when my phone vibrates beside me. I check to see a message from Enzo saying, ‘we have a meeting with one of his investors from London at 1:00.p.m. He also said ‘we are going to meet the investor at a restaurant not at the office,’ one that I can’t even pronounce the name of,