Page 34 of Giovanni the Savage

CHAPTER NINE – Luna

I exhale in relief, having wrapped up everything I had to do for the day. I swear it's like this man left tasks in anticipation of his next assistant, because tell me why I've been working for six hours non-stop. It doesn't make me miss the café though. Especially as I have a clear view of him while I'm working.

I fight the urge to lift my head, but eventually, I do. I stare at him through the transparent glass separating our offices. There's a curtain for that, but he probably wants to check my work ethic or knows that I want to watch him. The knowing smirk on his face all through the interview told me all I needed to know.

What are the odds that my savior is now my new boss and, to top it all off, the person I'm supposed to be spying on?

Shoot me, please.

It's just been a few days since I started working here; I haven't gotten any follow-up messages from the mob, which gives me the leisure to pretend that I'm a normal person who got the job of an assistant for the hottest man alive.

If only life were that easy.

At least my office makes it easier. It's bigger than my bedroom, with a large plywood desk for me and a swivel chair. There's also a nice rug my desk sits on that tempts me to work barefoot. Natural lighting filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering me a view of the city below. To top that off, my boss isn't that problematic.

His routine is pretty much the same every day. He comes into the office at exactly seven in the morning. I know that because I arrive here an hour before he does. He spends the first few minutes of his day replying to mails and talking on the phone. He's constantly hosting Zoom meetings, at least twice a day. I know this because I usually sit across from him when he does.

He only ever gets coffee when he's completely burned out, which means it's not an everyday thing. He doesn't receive clients in his office, which is why he has the conference room. Aside from a few workers, the only two people he allows into his office are Eric and Ivan, whom I've gathered are his close friends. I haven't bothered to look into their routine, but I know that if Giovanni was to have a soft spot, it would be both of them.

He's a perfectionist, and that makes me more terrified of what I'm supposed to do. He insists on specific fonts and schemes.

Right now, he's squinting at his computer screen while reviewing some paperwork I had submitted the previous day. The job would have been easy if it hadn't been for the pressure on me to get his intel.

I keep deceiving myself that staring at him makes me observe him more. But in truth, staring at him makes me have a giddy feeling in my stomach. His sleeves are rolled up, and the bottom of his pen is on his lip. A habit he has when he's trying to concentrate.

He runs his hand through his hair and takes that opportunity to pause for a second. His lips slowly curl up in a smirk, and heat waves cover my body when I know I've been caught.

I clear my throat and keep working, thankful he didn't make it any more awkward by calling me out. My intercom beeps once.

Spoke too soon.

"Are you having trouble concentrating, Majors?"

His tone is not teasing, but I know that's what he's doing because he still has that smirk dancing on his lips.

What I would do to see him smile again.

"No, sir. I'm just trying to come up with ideas for your next pitch."

Lies.

He looks like he knows I'm lying because the smirk doesn't leave his face when he drops the intercom and returns to work.

My first week has been more eventful than I expected.

By the time I'm done for the day, my neck feels stiff, and my legs feel like they need some exercise. After putting together his pitch, with the help of my tech and research knowledge, I've figured out just how many cameras he has in the entire organization. Which is a lot. Quite frankly, that's what got me the most exhausted.

He has three in his office alone but none in mine, leaving me wondering. When I look up at him again in reflex, he's not in his chair as usual. But I can tell he's still around because he hasn't tucked his mouse in and turned his computer to face his chair squarely.

I take my bag and decide to leave like I was supposed to hours ago. It's hard to remind myself that I'm not just here as an assistant; it's time for me to be my brother's savior.

Speaking of my brother, I pull out my phone and see that he has replied to the text I sent him an hour ago.

"I'm doing okay! Just a little stressed because of school.”

I send him a chain of hearts and drop my phone back into my purse. I haven't told him what happened because it'll only scare him, and I don't want him to live constantly watching his back like I do.

It takes me less than a minute to get my shit together to head out, as opposed to the hour it takes for Giovanni to do the same, simply because everything must be exactly how it was before.

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