Novel & Cerita Romansa Di Kantor

And for the first time, they didn’t say Don Romano’s son. They said Dante "The Devil" Romano. And New York learned to fear me. Present The club was alive with the usual vices music, smoke, liquor, and people spending their money. La Rosa Nera was too loud, too bright, too fucking everything. In my office I swirled my bourbon, watching the ice melt as Enzo and Luca argued over the Bratva’s latest move. "—could hit the docks Thursday," Luca grunted, his massive arms crossed. "Take them out first."

“So Roman, I want you to start from the beginning. Don’t leave out any of those precious details.” “As you wish.” He recounted the story of how he got into the building and waited at her desk. The way he surprised a clearly frightened and anxious Claire and how he had used the very essence of her success to disable her. I could not help but smile as I lingered on every sinister action. I watch as Francisco puts an arm around his shoulder. “Roman is one of my best. Never fails and never asks questions. I have raised my nephew well.” Roman smiles as he is praised by his boss.

I looked up staring at him as his eyes wandered around the office until they landed on me again. “i trust you got the flowers” he said sheepishly. “yes ad the box of chocolates too” he grinned and leaned further into the couch. The door opened and my boss walked in. He apologized quickly when he saw Roman and left closing the door firmly.roman narrowed his eyes at the closed door. “who was that?” he asked turning to face me. I shrugged “Mr Caren, my boss” “well I don’t like him” Roman said. I rolled my eyes at that.

ADRIAN'S POV. Nursing a glass of Scotch, I stood by the window of my study, my gaze fixed on Kira as she chatted animatedly with Romano by the car. He laughed-–yeah my fucking underboss laughed. Kira wasn’t funny. She was irritating as hell. So what, exactly, was making Romano giggle so much? Gripping the glass tighter, I watched as his eyes watched her intently as she gestured happily with her hands, clearly caught up in whatever silly story she was telling.

His friend claimed that it added to the dramatic effect. So there he marched, clutching some papers and barged into the production room. The people there were startled. Some greeted him, but he ignored them. "Kendra!" He bellowed. Kendall moved towards him, her head tipped up in a sign of haughty defiance. "The name is Kendall, not Kendra." "I just might be inclined to remember it if you had submitted a report that isn't riddled with errors. It makes me wonder if you can even spell your name correctly."

"Knock! Knock! Anybody home? I am the new transfer student here. I was asked to visit the director's office for some reason, and so here I am, I announced. I entered the room and almost let out a gasp. Wait, I don't recall the office being this classy. Did I accidentally get the wrong room? The interior was quite gorgeous, so much so that it was hard to tell if it was an office or a resting lounge. There was furniture made of expensive rosewood and two luxury couches, which looked quite comfy. Two shelves filled with school records, many other books, and a bonfire. I was still in the midst of admiring the office when a voice chuckled behind me, "Beautiful, isn't it? "

But that would be, only if I meet him at the club, the way I went wild with him, would absolutely make me not to be able to stand the sight of him anywhere else, I would feel totally embarrassed. Not quite long Andre came out, he was the only applicant who didn't took long. He looked pretty confident like he had gotten the job. He had this smile on his face that didn't exhaust but only increased as he walked up to me. "I got the job." He said as he held me by my hand. I stood up and then he hugged me. I'm happy for him, but I couldn't smile, I was here for an interview, with no pant on, no CV, nothing, and about my dress-this day is a complete disaster.

Rita smirked as she took the flower; she perceived a slight hesitation in her eyes. “Poor flower smells sweet, yet found its way into a disrespectful scum’s hand,” Rita continued… I just sat before my desk, my head laid on the table, trying to settle myself and think…. I had just cancelled a deal that will push me forward in getting my revenge. A few minutes passed, and the door banged open before I could even catch my breath. Romano. He stormed into my office like he owned the walls, his tall figure blotting out the hallway light.

He asked and turned back into the house. “You look a mess, boss.” Martino said as Rio walked to the couch and slumped on it. “What do you want?” Rio repeated, this time with irritation. Martino’s eyes surveyed the room, it was littered, with wraps of ordered food flying around. “Boss?” He called as Rio narrowed his eyes at him. “I don’t have time for this, Martino.” “Is this about Mr Romano’s….” Martino stopped talking when Rio raised his head to look at him, casting him a glare.

Zara's POV*** As I walked back into the office after lunch, I caught sight of Roman pacing back and forth like he was about to explode. I could tell that something had gone wrong, likely involving the accountant. I didn't need to hear the details; his furrowed brow and clenched jaw spoke volumes. I let out an annoyed hiss. He hadn’t exactly been pleasant with me lately, either. As the workday drew to a close, it was time for our final filming session.