The Mafia’s Abused Queen

Emma’s POV Shit, I’m late, I’m extremely late. I shouldn’t have agreed to that nights out with Josh, Josh asked me or should I say more like forced me to go on a night out with him and his friends, I told him I had work but he promised he would wake me up so I won’t be late but here we are, I’m twenty minutes late and I don’t even know where Josh is. I strolled into the bathroom and took a quick bath, I wore a plain black skirt and a white Damien shirt, I arranged my hair into a ponytail and applied a lot of make-up, no matter how late I am I can’t show up looking disarranged, as my dad would always say. “Appearance is everything Emma.” He was right, appearance is everything, the way I dress up determines how people would treat me and all my friends are aware of my obsession with my face and myself. I sprayed perfume and took out my office bag, my boss is going to kill me, she gave me a file to submit to another office we were working in partnership with, I had to get their CEO’s signature before 11 and submit the papers to her and it’s 9 and I’m not even out of my apartment. I know she called the ceo last night informing him I would be there as early as eight. f**k I’m going to have to explain why I was f*****g late to her and the stupid ceo, I don’t even know whether it’s a male or a female, while arranging the files, I made a bunch of lies I could tell both of them, let’s hope they believe me. I got out of my house making sure to make a mental note to kill Josh when I get back, my house is scattered and it’s smells like alcohol but I don’t have time to arrange that, Josh better surprises me and arranges it before I come back or so God help me, I would be taken to jail tonight for murder. “To the Ricci’s.” I said to the cab driver who stared at me shockingly. “I’m trying not to be late here.” I said to him making him come out of whatever dream he is in to. “Sorry, it’s just one of the best business ventures, you got an interview there, you are lucky if you get in kid.” He asked while driving. I’m not a child, I wanted to say but rolled my eyes and ignored him. “No, we have a partnership with them and I’m just submitting a file.” I said to him, he hummed and continued to drive. “Can you go faster please?.” I said to the cab driver for the seventh time, it’s already 10 and because of the stupid a traffic and how slow the driver is going I don’t think I would be able to make it in time, I’m so annoyed. “I don’t want to be late.” I reminded the driver again who clearly doesn’t listen and keeps going slow, I would be labeled a bad person if had to choke this driver right now. My mind kept on going on how my boss is going to kill me, not like she ever liked me or anything, I work Hotel enterprises, a business organization specializing in hotel business and building and buying of hotels all around the world, it’s like a sister company of the Ricci’s created by the Ricci family of course, the Ricci is the most powerful and strongest business organization in New York City, it created about five more companies that were handled by every family member, I just don’t know who owns what or who handles what because they give most of their works to commoners like me, they assign workers all around to help them do their job, to an extent we never get to see them maybe once in a while or sometimes never, I have a friend that works with one of their companies and she has never seen her boss only in pictures and videos well I guess they have important things to do except my boss that monster. She is the daughter of the Mr.Ricci, unlike her siblings she comes to work everyday and destroys the joy of waking up every morning and our lives, she is demanding and so annoying, she is a perfectionist that wants everything to be done her way and she are not allowed to correct, she is so much full of pride, I hate working with her but I don’t have choice it’s the only way I can pay my student loan and my bills and it’s obvious she hates me but I don’t understand why, when she asked me to get this document signed I was a bit annoyed, I mean she is f*****g related to the CEO, why not give him to sign at home or something but no she had to give me the work and she won’t tell me if it’s handled by her sister or brother, I don’t understand what her problem is. I asked the simply question yesterday at work and she lashed out at me, she said many mean thing and told me to walk out of her office. Sometimes I think, the Ricci’s are not as happy as they pretend to be, I have seen them on magazines, the parents and their five children, they always attend all functions together, take pictures but then I don’t see them talk at all unless it’s business related, they are a weird family, they pretend to be happy when they are not, that’s stupid though. “We are here ma’am”. The cab driver said, I quickly swiped my card and paid the bills. The tall glass building stood in front of me, it looked busy and beautiful, I glanced at my time. 10:20. I made a mental prayer before I walked into the building. Please don’t kill me.