Page 69 of Ruin Me With Lies
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Raya
WORKING WITH STEFANO ISthe worst.
Unlike Lorenzo who always equips me with the tools and information needed to get tasks done quickly and efficiently, Stefano offers nothing.Zilch.He just expects me to figure it out.
If I were any less capable, I’d be ripping my hair out by now.
With a growling stomach, I hack into the encrypted server, find the relevant identifiers from past correspondence, and send off the meeting minutes.What should have taken me a few minutes takes me nearly an hour because he’s a spiteful jerk.
Task complete, I sit back and wait for my reward of a delicious meal.
And wait.
And wait…
For food that never comes.
After nearly an hour, I snatch up the office phone and call him.
“What is it?”he answers, tight with impatience, as if I’m interrupting his world domination endeavors.
“You know,” I say, sweet as vinegar, “I distinctly remember signing acontractstating that as long as I’m Castello property, you’reobligatedtofeedme.”
“Are you this pesty when you work with Lo?”he asks, clipped.“My brother’s not a patient man, so I’m honestly baffled how he puts up with all your whining.”
Whining?
Is he serious?“W-w-whining?”I splutter.“You’restarvingme!”
He sighs like I’m his greatest burden.“What do you want to eat?”
“Is your cold, black heart on the menu?”
“You couldn’t afford such a delicacy.”
God, he’s such a jerk.“Stefano Castello, king of Vegas, I amhungry.Bloodyfeedme, or I swear I’ll come find you and claw your soulless eyes out!”
I end the call, and I don’t care if it pisses him off.
A starved Raya running on fumes has no patience for masks and pretenses.
Another twenty minutes tick by.Still no food.
That’s it.Screw his orders.I’ll feed my damn self.If we tussle, we tussle.
I shove up from behind the desk and beeline for the door.Yank it open and…break to a halt.
Standing there, behind a brass serving trolley, is Stefano.
He arches a brow.“Were you about to disobey my order, little liar?”
“Just testing the hinges on the door,” I deadpan.“They could use some WD-40.”
Greedily, I grab the trolley and wheel it in like it’s treasure.A medley of mouthwatering aromas tease my nose as I hurry to the two-seater table by the wet bar.
Lifting the stainless-steel dome cover, I nearly moan.Lobster tail over a bed of asparagus.A thick, juicy wagyu steak.Roasted potatoes and vegetables, glistening with herbs and butter.
