The Mafia's Forgotten Obsession

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imbed toward the thirty-second floor. Her palms were slic

you aren't familiar with. And she was going to be interviewed by the CEO herself or himself. She had no idea what the ge

company, the CEO's face was not onl

that was the identity she had chosen for herself. She ha

executives, It owned people silently and ruthlessly. But how bad could it get? She couldn't work in any lesser company considerin

k home or atleast tell us where exactly you

changed her contact. She would fend for herself and

evator

so pristine it made her quest

ve her a curt smile

de jumpsuit with a black suit jacket on it, complimented with pairs of black heels and a black bag. Her hair was packed into

l see you now." The secreta

arge doors ahead. Her hand hesitated ju

s met the knob, Aiko's voi

t in so many times, but they didn't even call

liding a matcha latte toward her. Her café was small, and cozy. Aiko didn't know Vivienne's

t you can serve me tongue pleasing Matcha latt

t a runaway. Not the fiancée who'd vanished before walking down the aisle. Not the girl

as able to just be hersel

having deepened as she ste

did view of the city. Behind a large desk sat a man with his back

itative tones. Vivienne's heart skipped

and turned around...al

m her shoulder and

art st

no way i

er, more hardened-but she'd know

is

e she'd

he still dr

said had died

stan Bennett, her late ex

onally, not a flicker of recognition in

her head and re

r forehead even though the

e. Vivienne nodded, unable to find her voice. This was impossible. She stared at him, searching for any sig

aid, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk

ng on the interview. And this was the kind of situation where she thanked

ng events, and handling confidential information.

as my personal assistant?" His voice was cold, lacking the warmth she kn

s hand and a small frown visited her face for a secon

l?" His hard but familia

ng with the shock. "Because...I'm goo

without warning, and a beautiful woman with sharp features w

g with confident strides. Her bold red staine

plans today," she said, her

vienne thought, confusi

ed, his eyes on Vivienne. "Mandy, as you c

is this the new assistant candidate?" She approached

spotted the same tattoo she had s

e her composure was wavering by the minute, it was better she left. She stood abr

surprised. "But w

rself. She turned on her heel and marched out of the of

hing out. If Tristan Bennett had truly risen from the dead a

p online for different tattoos and their meanings, hoping she s

t arrays of tattoos. The moment she read t

lso known as the most powerful mafia underground family in To

d he really be Tristan or another person en

she had to go back to complete her interview knowing

as, it could g