Waking up in the Arms of the Mafia King

y shops, upscale restaurants, high-end real estate properties, and vibrant nightlife. From the underground station, it's a 7-minute walk; you head up Regent Street for about 0,3 miles,

ostly I, landed jobs here, but that is all thanks to Emily's dad's connections. Hats off to good old Sir Snow. I've realized that having parents with

y provided a loving and stable home, though we always faced some sort of challenge, mostly financially related. They gave everything to co

nized as one of the most distinguished tailoring establishments on Savile Row, to me, its true significance lies in its embodiment of family. The team who work at Fredrick has grown to be more than just colleagues; they'

cess, and the heavy back door swings open. This is where Emily and I part ways- she heads down to the locker and vanity room for employees, while I dash up the stairs t

er store assistant role, being her social self, I didn't enjoy it that much. Who am I kidding? It was horrible. I was simply terrible at it. A

make beautiful corners in the store, so that every

up as the social media girl of the company. Well, it ended up in a good and the most sec

working-in-close-proximity relationship, it was mostly work-related topics. However, as we've spent more time together, we've grown closer and our chats have expanded to include a variety of topics. H

ut my mom, though not the details. Apart from my family and close loved ones like Emily and Rodney, and for a wh

e Taj Phillips- a formerly celebrated bachelor. He was the epitome of a ladies' man, envied by many men and desired by countless women. But everything changed when he me

ise party for weeks. He even wanted to pay me to take Grace out to lunch, to interrogate her to a interrogation about her ideal 30th birthday party.

asking if I wanted to do it, but I honestly do

ats me like his little sister, which is nice most of the time but can also be annoying, especially

he's here already. My gaze drifted to the vintage Cartier watch I

essed to his ear in his typical manner. If there's one thing I'd change about him, it's h

eeing me, but it quickly turned into a scowl as he resumed his conversation in Spanish. He was probably talking to

mother, my real grandmother, perhaps things would have been different. Yet, I haven't

or the day ahead. The first order of business is always a hot cup of tea. It's an esta

office account. This involves responding to client inquiries and scheduling appointments with the tailors. After sorting through the emails and forwarding pertinent or useful information to Taj, I respond to a few myself. Fortunatel

-a-half anniversary of my mother's passing, spending time with Rodney feels ne

against my head. I look up in surprise, only to meet my smirking boss. "

ame the distant Italian genes. Often, my mouth runs before I fully consider them, and that

t," I say. It's true when I say we're like sibling

at hurts, little one." I cringe because of this ridiculous nickn

years," I mutter, with some little fire behind my words. Before this can escalate into a full-

ges me. I narrow my eyes at him. W

portant moments in the events of my mom's death. First year without

set in, and his eyes soften. G

k up. Taj decided on the same approach. "Rory.. if you need to talk.." he begins but

t- due to the good amount of time rehearsing 'I'm okay' over and over again. It now comes out believabl

know I am always here to listen." H

u know that." It would be the fi

all nod. "Natasha messaged

coffee break with our whole team