A Broken Love With The Mafia

resolved I felt to have a polite but necessary conversation with our mysterious CEO. If he thought he could waltz in and create a distraction for my

stepping into it felt surreal. The space radiated luxury, a complete departure from the minimalist design our former CEO preferred. Rich Italian decor adorned the w

CEO was, he certainly had an eye for elegance and sophistication, qualitie

intimidating in how it seemed to absorb any light that fell on it. Sitting behind the desk was a stunning Italian woman with dark, carefully styled hair and flawles

ect?" she greeted me in a

or a second. "Yes,

're the last one. Unfortunately, the CE

g. "I beg your pardon?" What

seen this confusion before. "Are y

e despite myself. Really? Did she think I'd come all the way up here just to claim a massage? And was the CEO that much of a narcissist, sprea

htly, with a bit of shock on her f

d, he's out. Do you know when he'll be available?

d the CEO won't have any openings at all for the next month. However,

me all at once. So, he had time to give "massages" bu

elief. "Is there no possible opening? I won'

in his schedule is for a free massage. So... will you be taking the m

s if this arrangement were the

ere-what was more efficient? A quick, five-minute conv