Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

"Fuck you, fuck you, Josh!"

After hanging up on him, I feel that my blood has risen to the point where fury makes me vibrate completely, leaving the cell phone on the desk wondering if he was always this way and I wasn't able to see it or if Leonardo really did his job. His mission was to screw up my life.

A part of me believes that I am sure that things with him will change forever and that it will be very difficult to break out of that vicious cycle in which it is complicated for us to start a coherent conversation again without ending up shouting and recriminating ourselves for things that remained in a status quo for a while.

Something catches my eye and I see that I’ve got an email on my laptop.

"What is this?" I enter there, discovering that paintings by various artists have been bought to be delivered to my name at the address of my workshop, or my "company" as Leonardo insists that I should call this place. At least, once they finish with the repairs and remodeling, I can begin to think about it with that growth that he intends.

I keep checking and there are several visual art objects in addition to the paintings, I am amazed to see the value of each one of them. I do not justify that they are not worth it, but perhaps it is too much, this can only have the name of a person printed on the pocket ticket.

I turn away from the computer and leave the place while I find myself in the chaos that implies seeing people who remove the main manual machine to place a digital and industrialized one that will allow me to improve yields. It scares me to know that this was an impossibility that ended up materializing too soon and not in the most logical way that would imply thanks to the accumulation of the bulk of sales, but because a guy with an infinite source finds himself putting too much in aspects that are not even worthy to consult me ​​and that justifies that he is now "my boss". I do not want the business to get out of hand and I feel my future in the company is in danger according to what the displacement that I have suffered in decision-making implies.

The next step is the formation of the Board of Directors once the three offices that will open in three other cities are fixed, including one of these in Milan that will be managed entirely by the Ferrari Enterprises firm. Knowing his work plan left me stunned, it is that at the time of giving in, I did not know about it except for the Directory, although of course, what would be its reason for being if not this?

"Lydia!" I call, walking into the main room of the workshop.

She's closing off the cadet's package delivery before she leaves and comes over to me, but we have to go outside because of how noisy it is inside while they're doing the setup.

"Iggi," she tells me, "what's wrong? Sorry for the mess, I tried to keep everything tidy, but…”

"Don't worry, that's not why I wanted to talk to you. Do you have an idea of ​​some paintings and things that will be sent?

“Ahem, maybe it has to do with Art & Deco, but I haven't heard about it until now.”

“The people in charge are informing you of everything right? It is important that we have a record of each movement.”

“How many paintings are there?”

“At least six and other works of art valued at millions of dollars.”

“Oh. Is it a taste that the CEO wants to give the place?”

"Not to a textile workshop. Wait a moment, please. Go on with your stuff, I'll talk to you later. Thanks.”

She smiles at me and goes into the workshop. We are very busy, but this leaves me with a strange thorn that leaves me a little perplexed.

I search again for the data of the senders of the package that I will receive, or rather, extremely valuable packages, and I find the data.

There is a signature that is not mine nor does Leonardo's data appear. I check more in detail finding that an Art Foundation has sent the things declaring the address to be my workshop.

Could it have been a mistake?

I quickly go to the internet search engine and google the name of the Foundation, giving me a huge surprise.

News, headlines.