He Said It Was A Prank
The day before the family’s position transfer deadline, I received an order assigning me to the Bellarosa branch.
It had come from Don Enzo Vitelli, who also happened to be my fiance.
My fingers went cold as I dialed his number.
His voice was drawling, as if he had just rolled out of bed. “Oh, Lucrezia submitted that for you. She said it was a prank. She wanted to see if you’d notice. Well, you did notice, so just cancel it yourself.”
Lucrezia was the new assistant with whom he had a thing with.
I held the phone and stayed silent for a long moment.
All those six years I had fought for my place in the family, yet someone was treating it as a prank.
I did not argue or scream.
I simply packed my things calmly and boarded the flight to Bellarosa on schedule.
Enzo panicked.
He called back. His voice finally lost that lazy drawl. “I told you to cancel it. Have you cancelled it?”
“No.”