FIORELLA BIANCHI
I knocked in my boss’s office before I walked in, holding my breath. She gets up and smiles at me and allows me to take a seat before she sits on her chair.
“I have been meaning to see you. Did you think about it?” Straight into business. This woman wastes no time at all, does she?
It would have been great if she asked about my weekend, but she does not care at all.
“Yes, I did,” I blurt out, rubbing my nose. I have been having an allergic reaction since Saturday to the flowers Marcus had brought for me. I just can’t stop sneezing.
“So?” So nothing, woman! I am not giving you what is mine.
“I am sorry, but I can’t give you my private story, Ms. Romano,”
Out of shock, she gasps and places her hand on her chest like I just hit her or something.
So much drama, Ms
