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

Since Leonardo met me, he began to follow me, to look for me, to try to make me give in without anything in all this convincing me of its effectiveness. I don't know what to think of him anymore. I need him to leave that side that becomes aggressive when it comes to thinking about the well-being of my day-to-day. I don't agree at all with his need for obsessive control, even if it is a day that was late for work because of sleep.

Once he left, I put on the corresponding clothes to go to the workshop immediately. Today was another meeting with the board of directors, with the art director for the place, the workers in charge of the remodeling, the start-up of the new digital machine for the production of the highest quality and large quantities of garments, in addition to the fact that the branches will depend on what happens in our parent company.

I leave in a hurry asking for a taxi, with my heart in my mouth before the desire to buy a new cell phone soon, something that I cannot order online because it will arrive in a day or two and I need it immediately. I also have to process matters that They refer to the assignment of my telephone number, which has been canceled to prevent thieves from doing undesirable things in my name.

Already in the workshop, I pay with all the features that are due to the taxi driver by means of a QR code, I leave and I get in in a hurry.

Here I am in for a surprise.

Everything is calm.

No one.

Not even the workers working day by day.

"Lydia?" I look for my girl walking between the shelves. “Lydia, are you around? Why didn't the workers come today?”

She appears from the kitchen with a handkerchief in her hands. Her eyes are full of tears, her expression maintains all the aspects of being shattered, by all heavens, what has happened to her?

“Iggi, I… I don't understand why this is happening. I gave everything for this enterprise from its very beginning, why me? I take care of everything that is urgent, everything that has always been necessary. I don't understand... I really don't understand why you do this to me now that I need this job so much and…”

“Lydia, calm down a bit, please. What's going on? Tell me what's wrong, because I don't really get it.”

“Really? The letter has your endorsement.

“What letter?”

She leads me to the kitchen counter, next to the coffee pot, where there is a piece of paper with important text on it, which she hands me and I read it carefully.

It's a dismissal notice.

“What the hell!”

It does not bear my signature but that of the CEO of the company who has also written on my behalf to fire who has always been my right hand in this work. How is it that he has been able to do this to me? Who does he think he is to come over me like this?

My head quickly whispers a few words related to “precisely, it is the person to whom you sold your business”.

Not without first getting used to the idea that this could bring conflicts of interest. I wish I had been warned before involving in this.

"It won't," I assure Lydia. “Of course, it will not be, under no circumstances will I allow that to happen.”

“Then you…?”

"How do you think?"

"That's what he says."

“I… I'm so sorry, Lydia, dismiss this. I assure you that it will not be like that, under any circumstances.”

I leave her to go to my office, however, I turn to her to ask her about the workers:

“What happened with today…? I don't see the usual boys.”

“They were informed that there is no work today. I thought you wouldn't come.”

"And what about my schedule today? I haven't reported anything like that. In half an hour I have a very important meeting with the Board of Directors.”

"I've already canceled that.”

"Lydia, I didn't ask you to do that!"

“It was him, Mr. Ferrari, through an emissary.”

Oh, of course. He's charging them!

"Please, let the Board of Directors meeting take place, whoever is there," I get up in search of something favorable from me. “How long ago did you cancel?”

"Half an hour, maybe."

“We are on time so that they have not restructured their agendas. With whatever quorum it is, but let it be done.”

That bastard Leonardo will meet me now and see if he's still convinced or not with the idea of ​​annulling me at will.

That rich and capricious guy will understand that he cannot play with people and dispose of them as he pleases.