Page 26 of Giovanni the Savage

“Have Kylie run through the documents again. Just because I know they’re erroneous.” His head hangs. “And then, clear your table before tomorrow.”

“Please sir, I …”

I hold up my pen, still shooting daggers at his dirty shoes on my cream rug.

“Leave while you still can, Omar.”

Before I smash your head in for ruining my perfect office.

“Sir.” I sigh, and he scrambles out before I exhale completely.

“Fucking hell,” I groan and rise from my seat to check the damage on the rug.

Truly, there’s a bold brown stain on it. I wish I had fired him sooner.

“Really?” Eric asks during my rug perusal. “Someone just got fired, and you’re worried about a rug?”

“A new edition, two grand rug, yes,” I defend.

“Yeah, but a father and husband just got fired.”

Fucking hypocrite. “I wasn’t the one who was laughing at his plight, was I?”

He shuts up at that, then speaks again.

“I’m not the one who will end up without an assistant, am I?” He snorts.

“Just give me a week, and Omar will be replaced.”

“One day, you’ll put out vacancies and get no applications,” he teases.

“That’s impossible, and you know it.” I smirk. “Unless you’ll have something to do with it.”

“I think you have a lot to do on your desk.” His eyes settle on the mountain of files on the side.

I don’t show it, but shit, I really need to get a new assistant, or I might eventually burn out.

“Fuck you!”

CHAPTER SEVEN – Luna

I begrudgingly open my eyes due to the incessant beep from my nightstand. I’m sure it’s not dawn yet, judging from the moonlight still streaming through my open curtains. Which means it’s not an alarm. So, it could be a phone call.

The beeping stops just as I stretch to grab my phone.

“Oh well,” I mutter, turning back and immediately shutting my eyes and going back to sleep.

Not even a minute later, the beeping restarts, and for some reason, it sounds annoyingly louder than before.

Can I just catch a break?

After an eight-hour shift because of working extra time for more cash, I could help myself with six hours of shut-eye before I have to drag myself to the lion’s den tomorrow. Also, a live band is performing in my head, and I reach for the aspirin I took before falling asleep.

I pop two pills into my mouth, swallow them dry, and clutch my head in pain While forcing the pill down my throat, the beeping stops.

“For fuck’s sake!” I groan when the beeping resumes.

This had better be important.

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