Hating The Mafia King

can do it, I mean it's a lot and I don't even like Richard Maranzano - I basically hate him and the last

ht sight of Rebecca indulging in a heaping bowl of popcorn. "Hey, welc

inking into the softness of the couch,

fort. "You didn't get the job, did you?" she asked, her voice tinged with sadness. "Don't

t her concerned gaze. "I got the job," I a

ned in surpri

f and disbelief washing

ent palpable. "No way! That's incredible!" she exclaim

ere is anything you should be is sad.

ca's voice as she aske

ng for a good job as a personal assistant w

uickly asked, "Did the

. But that's not the main issue.

on you?" she

I resp

t to have se

ng that comes to mind?" I

. If it's not about the salary, then it mus

tually somethi

with curiosity. "

d blurted out, "My boss

r shock evident on

ing her surprise.

Oh my god! It's like a movie plot! You hate him, and then

n. "You're being delusional, Rebecca. I am defin

you will," Re

d I won't,"

job, and now that you've finally found one, y

protest, but Rebec

going to work with hi

much as I hated to admit it, Rebecca was right.

I already hate working

hat a

I finall

going out to celebrate, ri

ly necessary?

ls. All you have to do is dress up and

at a celebration might be a good

g in thirty minutes," she says,

ain wash over me, knowing that I'll have to endure working with Richard Maranzano. I desperately need to wash away the feeling, both physically and e

rson I have to work with. It's like a nightmare come true. I can't even begin to imagine

shoes. I quickly do a bit of makeup, trying to boost my confidence. As I grab

ng the call with a mix

I believe I am speaking

are Mr.

d you to come to meet me at my house, we have to d

ranzano," I say, only to realize t

finish talking. Growling, I walk out of the

ne dressing,"

hard Maranzano for this. I walked to her r

e on your per

, my period is until

the bad new

no just called, I have to go discuss s

office would have

why he asked me to

she asks

's for business, and besides, it

you know what? I think of this as

d Maranzano. It could be a chance to learn a

ith him as his assistant, and you'll definitely have insight into what he'

ession, but you

et him before he s

later," I say and h

d by how massive and gorgeous his house is. Don't get me wrong, it's impressive, but I used to have

s I walked in, all eyes were on me, and they seemed shocked. Richard, in particular, had a surprised expre

, feeling a

he had a small, husky smirk on his face

eet her there," Richard says t

chie's office, and I took a seat on one of the chairs. After a s

n such short notice,

replied with a n

ou need to keep in mind," Richard says, his voice carrying a s

was one of those sick, rich bastards

ke to hear some words from you to show t

" I say, trying to ma

I find those titles boring. As my personal

e," I stumbled over my word

ay over to me, placing it on the desk in front of me. "This right here has got all the details about tomorrow's m

days. It seemed odd to leave one day free in an otherwise packed schedu

on the table and the other on the back of my chair. My gaze met his, and I couldn't

h gently brushing against my face, sending a shiver down

is voice filled with a mix of authority and a cer

ice barely above a whispe

e with a hint of admiration. Our eyes locked, and he held his gaze on me for wh

u tomorrow, Rachel." And just like that, he confidently walked out of the room,