Job offer
Alana wasn't sure why she was giving the man the attention he asked for. But truth be told, she wanted to know why he kidnapped her. What his relationship with Ricardo was
“Let's just say, I was bewitched by your beauty, my little angel,... I'm a helpless romantic... maybe I watch too many mafia films, I only had an idea of kidnapping the beauty who stole my heart,” Rocco said with a grin and slowly stirred his coffee. Alana didn't like how he looked at her with those eyes. His personality was a little complicated. Especially when he was always smiling and calling her an angel. She agreed to meet him privately; hence she was guided to the second floor where she discovered they had private VIP rooms
“I'm not here for laughs, tell me why a so-called prestigious man like you abducted me…aren't you afraid of getting your reputation tainted?” Alana asked shrewdly, she was bothered by his behavior, Especially after she witnessed Ricardo and him having each other by the neck. The man took a sip of his coffee and licked his lips, before glancing up at Alana. Although he was elegantly dressed in a slim-fit blazer. Alana chose to keep away
“Ms Mendoza. I'm only here to apologize to you,” the man added, he was shrewd, shrewd, and unreadable. Either way, Alana wasn't interested in his apology
“Why did you kidnap me…what's your motive?” Alana asked again, ignoring him entirely. Rocco chuckled and reached for her hand which was on the table, but Alana shoved him away and kept him at arm's length
“You graduated with a distinction in Visual Arts… your University record is clean…you topped your class and many more,” Rocco said more seriously, the old man came back earlier to their table and placed a blue file near Alana. She glanced at it for a while and averted her eyes. How did the man know about her educational background, he went on and said more. Even things she hid from everyone. Alana felt irritated about how the man knew so much. Was he a spy
“Do you think working as a secretary is good enough…little angel, you deserve much more than writing minutes and following your so-called husband around?” Rocco said while tapping his fingers on the table. He was serious, to know Ricardo married such an intelligent woman only to keep her as his secretary. It was shameful and embarrassing
“And why is Mr. Salvatore interested in my affairs… who are you to tell me what's good for me…” Alana asked cheekily, her eyes shining with disdain as she shoved the file back to him. Rocco didn't react; however, a grin crept on his face
“I'm the president of the largest fashion company around here and all over the world… I need a great fashion designer, little angel, stop wasting your skills and join me… I'm pretty certain, you'll do wonders working with me,” Rocco said while leaning against the chair. It was strange that she insulted him, but he was still smiling. Alana didn't know the man's real identity, but judging by what Brigitte said and the fact that he was given a private room to have lunch. Alana was starting to doubt him.
“I'm not interested” she simply said, pushed the chair backwards and rose to her feet. Before she could leave the room, Rocco was already standing in front of her
“It's a great offer, think about it… you'll be fulfilling your dreams…your road to becoming the greatest fashion designer…and trust me… I'm the right man to work for,” Rocco whispered and walked back to the table. He grabbed the file and returned it to Alana
“Take this, go through it and see my offer…it has a contract attached, you can change anything if you like…it's up to you,” he added and shoved the file in Alana's hands. Her head tilted to look at him in disbelief,
“Don't live under his shadow…you'll excel and soar in my company…. It's the right one,” he muttered and gestured for his butler to join him
“What's the relationship between you and my husband?” Alan turned around and asked lazily. She was curious to know what exactly was going on between Ricardo Rocco
“I don't like him…simple as that,” surprisingly Rocco replied right away, there was that mischievousness glimmering in his eyes. Like he was happy saying it
“You are successful, he is…what could be the reason for it?” Alana still asked, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at Rocco. However, the man was shrewd enough to hide his expressions
“Little angel, I dislike your husband… I don't like him…it's just natural” he said again, this time he tapped on her shoulder, but Alana shrugged, and he ended up laughing
“Alessio, kindly escort the lady out,” Rocco said in between chuckles and returned to the table and sat down. Alana didn't want to listen or take the file. But to shut him up, she decided to take it. Later she'd burn it. He wasn't to be trusted. Such a strange man.
“This way, madam,” the old man said and guided Alana to the door. Alana glanced back at Rocco, and he was busy drinking his coffee and scrolling on his phone. The door opened and Alana walked out. It was on the second floor of the fast food restaurant. She didn't know they had VIP rooms. Alana hurried away, leaving the old man behind. She left Brigitte downstairs. And immediately she came down. Brigitte was already on her feet,
“So? How did it go…what did he want?” She fired Alana with questions and guided her to sit. Alana sat down and slammed the file on the table
“Nothing, that man is shameless enough to offer me a job,” Alana muttered disdainfully and picked up her coffee and took a sip right away when she cried out in pain
“Ouch, ouch” she muttered spitting out the coffee and slamming the mug back on the table
“It's hot, I had the waiter refill it…that one went cold,” Brigitte said while dramatically fanning Alana. She nodded and drank some water to cool off.
“It's okay,” Alana said and picked up her phone. It was after lunch, she assumed Ricardo was back from the school function,
“He offered you a job…just like that!” Brigitte exclaimed in disbelief as if she just heard Alana.
“Yeah, even I'm suspicious…”
“But you work for sir…did you accept?” Brigitte asked and picked up the file. Alana exhaled a little and shook her head. She had to investigate the so-called company. This was the first time she heard of it, to think their Supreme president would just offer her a job on a silver platter. There must be some ulterior motive or something.
While Alana was contemplating the motive behind Rocco's offer. The man was still in the VIP room with his right hand man
“Alessio, did you do as instructed?” He asked while flipping pages from the file the old man delivered
“Yes sir, I'm sure by now our rival will be running around looking for good gems” the old man replied with a shrewd expression. Rocco nodded and slammed the file shut
“Call Andre… tell him I want to meet him,”
“B-but sir… Andre is loyal…to… Mr Romero…how…” the old man stammered in awe. Rocco glanced at him lazily then rose to his feet
“With money, he'll come…let's see how our dearest Ricardo Romero will do… this is a race…we have to do everything to win it…especially having my darling angel Alana working for us,” Rocco remarked in a lazy tone and walked away. The door opened and closed, leaving the old man agitated, but he picked up the files and his boss's phone and went after him.
