My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: 13/Devil In A Suit

Chapter thirteenth :

Julie’s Point of View

I climbed the stairs with steady steps despite my exhaustion, and when I reached the middle, he materialized before me like an elegant nightmare; Robert was standing at the top, towering in his gray suit and black tie.

One hand was in his pocket, while the other held a cigarette, its smoke rising to draw mysterious circles in the air.

A deep suspicion took hold of me; a man of Robert’s status would not stand there performing the task of a "receptionist" unless there was something of grave importance.

I felt the danger doubling in my chest, but my tongue—which was always braver than my fears—spoke before I could think.

I said to him as I approached his level, defiance dripping from my words:

— "I hope the reason you woke me up is worth it... for I do not give up my hours of sleep easily."

I reached where he stood, but he did not utter a word; he merely watched me with a heavy silence.

At that moment, my confidence faltered slightly as I noticed my wretched condition; my hair was disheveled like a tangled forest, my shirt was stained with traces of strawberry cake, and I felt a sense of shame regarding my scent, which certainly was not fit for standing before a man of his grooming.

Fortunately, however, his powerful perfume asserted its dominance over the place; the scent of luxurious oud mixed with the sharp smell of tobacco was enough to cover my humble scent and envelop me in its aura.

I stood before him, and despite my messy appearance, I raised my head with a dignity that did not match my dirty clothes, waiting for him to explain the secret of this nocturnal summons.

He spoke to me in his raspy voice that sends shivers through the soul:

— "You told me yesterday that you wanted to explore this floor... or have you changed your mind?"

I froze in place from utter amazement. Had he really woken me from my deepest hours of sleep, at two in the morning, just to fulfill a fleeting wish I had expressed yesterday?

It was hard for me to believe that a person of his status and power would store my words in his head and decide to act upon them with such precision.

In the world of "Management" that I studied, this is called "attention to field details," but here it seemed to me like a form of absolute dominance; he was telling me indirectly that he hears every breath I take and forgets nothing.

I said to him in a quiet voice carrying a tone of wonder:

— "Umm.. you have surprised me, Mr. Robert. I did not expect you to offer me this generous proposal and give me a tour of the floor yourself."

I was looking at him, still unable to believe it; it is difficult to comprehend that a man like him would take fleeting words I said to him yesterday into his head, take them seriously, and apply them in this manner.

He woke me from my deep sleep at two in the morning just because I showed curiosity yesterday, and this sudden interest in fulfilling my desire made me feel that behind this calmness lay something unpredictable.

He moved in front of me and I began to follow him from behind.

His massive body in the gray suit looked before me like a towering and terrifying mountain—a man with whom you feel that a mere simple mistake against him might threaten your life and end with you in the abyss.

Despite the awe his presence imposed, my desire for rebellion had not died out, so I said to him in a tone I tried to keep balanced:

— "Mr. Robert... don’t you know the saying: Ladies first?"

He stopped suddenly and turned toward me with a slowness that stirred anxiety in my soul.

Then, a cold half-smile formed on his lips, and he looked at me with sharp eyes, saying:

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