My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: 48/Unexpected Shock

Chapter 48

Robert’s Point of View

Olivia was standing in front of my desk, astonishment etched on her face like a map of confusion following my sudden decision. She said in a voice trying to regain its professionalism:

"Fine, Mr. Robert... I will go immediately to tell Patricia and Sam to prepare Julie for the customer."

I answered her with a cold calmness, without lifting my eyes from the papers in front of me:

"No need for that."

A short silence prevailed before bewilderment became clear on her face. She said, stuttering:

"But... the customer is coming today!"

I took out my cigarette and lit it slowly, then replied with a single word that summarized everything:

"Yes."

Olivia looked like someone who had lost the ability to speak; she was trying to understand how I would present Julie to a customer without any preparation. Then she added:

"I will ask the nurse, then, to give her birth control pills before his arrival."

I puffed my cigarette smoke into the air, watching the gray circles vanish, and said icily:

"No."

Olivia’s mouth dropped open in shock, looking as if she were about to object:

"But Mr. Robert... this is a huge ris—"

She didn’t need to finish her sentence; I shot her a piercing gaze that froze the words in her throat.

She understood the game immediately and shut her damn mouth. I followed up with my instructions in a decisive tone:

"Don’t do anything, Olivia. And don’t tell Julie that a customer is coming today."

I took a deep breath of the cigarette and continued:

"Take a box of condoms and just place it in her room, and leave the rest to her."

Olivia left the office, still unable to grasp the terrifying dimensions of what I had planned, but she didn’t dare ask a single additional question.

I remained alone in the stillness of the office, watching the ash fall from the tip of my cigarette.

I knew that today wouldn’t just be a meeting with a customer; it would be the finishing blow to Julie’s dignity the test that would make her realize her intelligence wouldn’t protect her when I decided to strip her of every means of defense.

I pressed the call button, and moments later, the guard "Ron" entered the office with his disciplined, military steps. He stood before me respectfully and said:

"Hello, sir."

I shifted my gaze from the papers and fixed my eyes on him, asking in a tone carrying the confidence of a strategist:

"Ron... did you do what I ordered you to do?"

Ron nodded seriously and replied:

"Of course, sir. I explained everything to him in detail, exactly as you told me."

A cold smile played on my lips the smile of someone holding all the strings of the game, preparing to move the chess pieces toward the abyss.

I said to him commandingly:

"Good... now, go to the dressing room, take an elegant black suit, and go execute the final part."

Ron nodded in agreement and withdrew from the office quietly. I was alone once again, surrounded by a silence broken only by the scratching of the pen or the rustle of paper.

I returned to the stacked papers before me, trying to drown in the details of work; I found in it the only way to kill the time passing slowly, and to silence the thoughts that began gnawing at me regarding Julie’s reaction when "Marcus" stormed her small world.

After long hours of drowning in numbers and deals, Ron stepped into the office and said in a low tone:

"Mr. Robert... the customer is in Julie’s room now."

I set the pen down slowly, feeling a pulse of poisoned excitement coursing through my body. I said, my eyes fixed on the door:

"That’s excellent... let’s see now how our dear rebel will behave."

Ron left, and only a few minutes passed before the door opened again and Carlos entered, shouting with his usual cheerfulness:

"Hello, my friend Robert, how are you today?"

I wondered at Carlos’s daily visits, which had become a suspicious routine, and I was absolutely certain that Julie was the magnet drawing him here. I said in a voice trying to maintain its calm:

"Good morning, dear Carlos... I am fine, what about you?"

He sat on the chair with provocative ease and replied:

"I am fine too."

I asked him in a tone dripping with sarcasm:

"I see you miss me a lot these days, don’t you?"

Carlos smiled, understanding my hints well, and replied coldly:

"A lot, my friend... a lot."

Then he followed it with a sentence that hit me like a thunderbolt:

"I brought some things for Julie."

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