Bullied To Love novel Chapter 11

I wake up from the sound of my alarm ringing. I check the time on my phone; it’s just 6:30.a.m. Why is my alarm ringing now, I still have 2 hours before work starts? I am about to lay back down when I receive a text message. I check it and see it’s from my boss.

“Where are you? I hope you have not forgotten we have a meeting at seven this morning, Miss Luciano?”

He has never called me by my name before. He must be in a bad mood. Oh my God, I forgot about the meeting this morning. I have only thirty minutes before the meeting starts and I have not even gotten out of bed. He is so going to kill me today.

I quickly walk to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. By the time I am done showering 5 minutes have gone by, meaning I have 25 minutes left. I quickly dress up and run out of the house.

Mama has gone to work, so I have to use the bus, but if I use the bus I won’t make it on time. I decide to use a cab, but unluckily for me, I don’t get a cab on time. There is no way I am going to get there on time because it’s a thirty minutes’ drive from my house to the office.

Luckily I get to the office by 7:00 a.m., because I had to make the cab driver drive fast. I walk into the office building. I quickly rush to get to Enzo’s office before the meeting starts. I receive a text message, but because I am in a rush, I don’t check it. I walk straight to the elevator; I go to the tenth floor, which is where Enzo and my office is. I step out of the elevator and walk straight to my office to get the files and hard drive needed for the presentation. I step out of my office and walk to the meeting room. I open the door, and I see no one inside. ‘I wonder where they are’. Another text comes to my phone this time I decide to check.

“WHERE IN GOD’S NAME, ARE YOU? IF I DON’T SEE YOU IN THIS MEETING ROOM IN FIVE SECOND, I WILL KILL YOU IF I LOSE THIS DEAL”

Oh, my God, he is going to kill me literally, but I still don’t know where they are having the meeting. I should ask him.

“Sir, please where is the meeting, because I am in the meeting room on our floor and I can’t see anyone inside.” I send the message while pacing up and down waiting for his reply

“You idiot, we are having the meeting in meeting room 5. If I don’t see your face here in the next 5 seconds, know your job is gone.”

Oh Lord, he is going to fire me because I am late. I have to be fast, but even though I am late, it does not give him the right to call me an idiot. Asshole.

I walk back to the elevator and take it to the fifth floor where meeting room 5 is. ‘I wonder why he is having the meeting there.’ That’s really none of my business though, all that is my business is the need to make it before my 5 seconds are up. So he won’t have my head, literally.

I rush to the meeting room. I open the door and the next thing I know I trip and fall. My hands and knees are on the floor and all the files in my hands slip out. My hair covers my whole face. Thank God I did not fall with my face flat on the floor that would have been more embarrassing. But what is still embarrassing is the fact that I just fell in front of my boss and business dealers. ‘I am so dead.’

“Oh my God! I am so sorry! Good morning everyone,” I say getting up from the floor while picking up all the files.I walk straight to Enzo to give him the files needed for the presentation. The look on his face tells me I will get an ear-full after this meeting. There are four men in the room except from Enzo.

“I am so sorry I am late, sir,” I say to him before walking to my seat. He does not say anything to me but stares at me like he has already planned my death.

“Miss Luciano could you please just play the presentation so that we can start the meeting,” he says with a lot of irritation in his voice.

“Yes, sir.”

I walk to the computer system in the room and plug the hard drive in. What comes up is a video of me insulting Enzo when I was in high school.

Oh my God! I am so going to lose my job today. I made the video the day he was graduating so I could give it to him. And he would not be able to do anything to me because he was leaving—but right now I regret ever making it. I can’t believe I carried the wrong hard drive from the house. I must have switched it while I was rushing this morning. I really need to delete that video from my hard drive. The funny part in all of this is that I never actually gave it to him. I was too scared to.

That doesn’t even matter right now; what matters is I played it in front of investors. He is so going to kill me, to make matters worse; all the investors are trying their very best to hold in their laughter. ‘What am I going to do to get out of this mess?’

I quickly remove the hard drive and plug my phone into the system, luckily for me the presentation is on my phone.