connection with CEO

it hasn't been easy for anyone, Enrico, I know that we have overcome the pain, even if we miss you. - Emiliano, how are you? I saw that he called you this morning. - He wants me to come back, you kn

t at the same time relaxing, and I just enjoy my thoughts. Then, I hear an altered voice coming from a nearby argument. "Look what you did! My shirt is ruined! Shit, it's hot!" The irritated voice makes me immediately turn to see what's happening, but I quickly lose interest and go back to focusing on my coffee. "You'll survive, won't you? After all, it's just a shirt." I recognize the voice and turn my attention to the girl who was previously hidden among the people. She has both hands on her hips and a defiant look in her eyes. The man insists: "Apologize!" She simply shakes her head and answers firmly: - No, I would apologize to anyone who wasn't so rude. She raises an eyebrow and shrugs, looking completely unfazed. Her bold and independent attitude catches my attention, and my curiosity only increases. I continue to observe her discreetly, I've seen her before at the clinic, accompanying her friend who coincidentally is the woman carrying my nephew in her womb. And now, here she is, facing an angry man in a modest café in Florence. After witnessing the argument and seeing that girl without lowering her head, she came back with that firm look etched in my mind. 03 Marina Bianchi I cling to Isabella's problem, as if it were mine too, this shouldn't be happening to her, pregnant, and without having ever met a man, it's revolting to say the least. I mumble as I try to forget my chaotic life. - Marina, your mother hasn't arrived yet, aren't you going to make food? - shouts my mother's husband, probably lying on the couch. He just waits for me to walk past him several times so he can touch himself in a not-so-discreet way under the pillows. "I won't do anything, I've already eaten, if you want to eat, just do it too," I shout. There's no way I'll unlock my room when I'm alone with this creep. "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that, huh?" he yells from behind the door. "I'm not your maid!" "And I'm yours? Because you eat the money I bring into this house." I clench my jaw tightly and sink into the pillows, placing one of them over my head, muffling the sound of his screams. "When I catch you, brat, you'll see." I hear a bang on the door, probably from a kick. "Wha