Page 53 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
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My heart flutters, and it’s like he’s here, wrapping his warm arms around me. I suddenly feel close to him.
The door opens. Rozaina–or Rosy, as she has asked me to call her–waves me in with a smile. “Lucky lady,” she says. “I’m jealous.”
“Do you mind if I set these down?”
“Sure.”
I place them near the window, then sit opposite her desk. She’s a tall, lean woman of around forty years, with long black hair and dark brown eyes.
“What can I help you with, Siena?”
I lean forward, resting my arms on the desk. I’ve never enjoyed confrontations or negotiations, but life can’t always be enjoyable.
“I want to know why so much is going wrong on this trip.”
She trembles, but tries to hide it. “Is it that bad?”
“The boat tour–vendor cancellations–and it’s more than that. It’s like everyone is scared to agree to do anything for me. Is something going on?”
She turns away, swallowing hard.
“You’re hiding something.”
“I never said that, Siena.”
“Rosy–you didn’t have to.”
“We’re doing our best to work with you.”
“Is it because I’m younger than Veronica? Is it a lack of respect?”
“No!” She looks mortified. “Absolutely not. We all think–no,know–that you’re doing an excellent job.”
“Then why so many roadblocks? Something as simple as ordering flowers, for example, shouldn’t take five phone calls and three trips to the vendor… with a follow-up trip just to make sure they’ve done as I’ve asked. Don’t you agree?”
I lower my voice, realizing I’m ranting at her.
Rosy sighs. “I think you should forget about this and do your best.”
“How can I forget about thisanddo my best? This is impeding me from doing my best!”
“Siena, please lower your voice.”
I almost don’t want to share my theory. Perhaps I’ll sound nuts. But too much is happening for this to be coincidental. “Is someone sabotaging this vow renewal?”
For a second, Rosy’s expression tells me everything I need to know. She even begins to nod… then catches herself. She stands, almost knocking over her chair. “I’m very busy. I’m sorry.”
“That’s not a no.”
“Please…”
“Who is it? And why? It has to be a friend or acquaintance or even a family member of the Bianchis.”
“I have said nothing to encourage you in that direction.”
“You say that like you want it on the record. Like you’re scared, and you want to make it clear you’re not helping me.”
