Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 26

Luca’s POV

“Which reminds me, I met Richie today, at the hospital.”

The car finally came to a stop and I breathed out a sope and long sigh as I lifted my head from the car’s head rest and turned my head around for a few seconds before proceeding to quickly dig my fingers into my left shoulder cord which felt stiff and cramped up as fuck.

“The fuck was he doing there, he spoke to you?”

“Yeah. We rode the same elevator down and as I was leaving, he informed me that he needed my help with something.” The car door got pulled open by the guard and I stepped out of the car with my phone deep in my pocket once again. I didn’t shove my hands into my pocket this time and instead allowed it to drop on my sides as James came to stand beside me, his suit jacket completely unbuttoned, and his undershirt first few buttons currently undone.

“What did he need your help with?”

“That’s the thing. He sounded really secretive like he didn’t want anybody to mistakenly overhear what he was saying, despite the fact that only a few people were currently on that floor and were way too far away from us to be able to overhear a thing.” I nodded my head at a few guards who were at the huge gate of my company as James and I made our way into the company’s premises.

“And so I cut him off before he could finish talking, and advised him to arrange an appointment with one of my secretaries if he’d like to speak with me. And then I left him standing there.”

“That fucker, what could he need your help with?” James swore after a while and I only shrugged a little, having no clue whatsoever.

Once we arrived at my office, I sank into the seat behind the table and James took the seat on the other side of the table. I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt and noticed that James was already shrugging his suit jacket off his shoulders and was laying it against the back of the seat he was sitting in.

I pushed the checkbooks towards him and tugged the files holding important details towards me and we both got down to work after a little while, working in a very comfortable silence and passing each sheet to each other once we were done, like we were supposed to.

He wrote checks and stamped them before passing them over to me for my signature, while I signed every area for my signatures to be in after thoroughly going through each piece of file, before passing it over to him to stamp and write in dates.

Ever since we took over from our fathers, being best friends for a long time helped a lot. Because we understood each other the most and were already used to doing almost everything together ever since we became best friends, a long time ago.

James and I were age mates but I knew he wasn’t going to be getting married any time soon. His family members were already on his neck for him to pick a wife and produce offspring that would carry on their family name. But James wasn’t in a hurry, James didn’t really need an heir, at least it wasn’t as important for him to get a wife, the way it was for me.

Which was why I had gotten married despite the fact that I didn’t want to but had to, and he was still living the single life and still obviously enjoying it to the fullest.

We were done with the whole sorting and arranging of files in a few hours and both stretched and yawned tiredly. James stood up and quickly arranged the whole thing we’ve worked on, in a particular neat order on the edge of the table where he was sitting, for my secretaries to easily pick up later today, and distribute them to their much needed places.

“You hungry?” I asked James who was currently shielding a yawn with the back of his right palm. He nodded his head twice before tugging his hand away from against his mouth once he was done yawning and answered, “Yeah, that’d be really cool, I’m famished, man.”

And so we left for a restaurant which was a ten minute drive away from the office. James had driven the car he came to the office in and I had ridden with him, sitting in the passenger seat beside him as he drove to the restaurant, to get our empty stomachs filled up.

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“We have an early start tomorrow and we’re also visiting your third company tomorrow, so please put these in your schedule now, so as to have the whole of tomorrow’s schedule with you.” James said to me as I started packing up, obviously ready to go home.

It was currently some minutes after eleven p.m, James and I had worked ourselves late into the night the way we mostly do everyday.

“Are all the appointments scheduled for tomorrow extremely important?” I asked him as I dug my phone out from my back pocket.

He nodded his head without glancing up from his phone which his fingers were currently flying over with a speed faster than normal.

“Oh.” He suddenly said after a few seconds, there’s one not all that important, we can totally have this rescheduled. The rest are all completely important and we have to see every one of it tomorrow. Knowing how it goes sometimes, we’ll end up spending more than a scheduled time at a particular appointment, thereby disrupting the whole or our schedule because we’ll have to shift the schedules remaining for the rest of the day, forward and forward.

“We’ll try our best to be on time throughout each appointment tomorrow.” I said to him as I handed him my phone with the schedule app opened and ready on the screen. He took the phone out of my hand and placed his phone on the table before him, and then he proceeded to type in the information on his schedule app, into my phone.

I rolled my sleeves until my whole biceps was bare and the material of the suit bunched up against my elbow. My first few shirt buttons were still unbuttoned and I wasn’t doing a damn thing about it.

James held my phone out to me after a few seconds and I accepted the phone and scrolled through the appointments, wincing and slightly tugging on the inside of my cheeks with my teeth because I realized that I didn’t remember what over half of the appointments staring back at me were.

I shoved my phone into my pocket and thanked James who was also pushing himself unto his feet and dropping his phone down on the table to pick up his jacket from the back of his chair where it has been on since this afternoon, and shrugged it on without bothering to the the few buttons up, and finally picking his phone back up.