Chapter 11: ONLY ONE VIVIANA
Dante
I detest how he speaks to her. There is this edge of finality in his words that makes the world go black for a second in my vision.
You only speak to someone like that if you see them as possessions- things to be owned, things to obey your every and any whim, things to be used at any given time that your desire wills.
And I don’t care if he does that to the rest of the world. He shouldn’t do it to Viviana, my Viviana.
This is just the beginning. He thinks the fire and the computer bugs found in his house is because some greater enemy is in his house. He has no idea it is I who just slightly bowed my head to him before walking out his door. I close the door gently behind me, casting one last glance at Viviana‘s side profile.
I hate that I have to leave them in a closed space together. If that bastard dares to put his cursed hands on her and I see any sign of dicomfort as she comes out, he officially reduces the number of days he has left in the land of the living while also increasing the number of tortures I swear to pass him through before I grant his spirit release.
And also why does Viviana have to look so good in a simple straight skirt and black shirt?
She looks so good in anything and everything. And the way those heels lift her from the floor, giving her an added height- the way she walks in them, her hips slightly swaying side to side… I am lost in everything she does.
She could open up and empty bag, zip it right up and claim to be selling air at the country’s current economy budget and I’d nod my head and buy the damn empty bag.
While I was away from her during the weekend, I had the pleasure of searching for her on the internet. A task I have done many times than I can count before.
I still could not find anyone whose name matches hers. The Viviana Riccis on the internet weren’t mine.
Then through her best friend’s socials- Rosalia Aldo- whose name luckily, is what it is on her Instagram, I found her account.
She simply goes by Ricci, completely excluding her main name, Viviana. I remember having gone through those accounts, having an expert to go through each and everyone of those accounts. We must have seen Ricci and thought it was a man. Her page had not many posts, simply a few pictures on major milestones she has achieved. It hurt to know I wasn’t there to share in her joy- and also her pains. I saw a video of her and Rosalia in a nursing home and I got to found who stays there. Her father.
I saw pictures from when she graduated college, a picture she took on the first day she began to work here in Bianchi Corporations. One she took with two other friends, friends whom I found out are no longer in the country- one is in fact dead.
And pictures of her birthdays- five birthdays. And I remain hurt because I wasn’t there to celebrate such a day with her.
My Viviana grew up well and I miss her more. When will I get to touch her? To tell her who I am?
All I can do is feed my eyes with the sight of her and sometimes I feel sooner rather than later, that would no longer be enough.
I feel the eyes of the other secretary, Hannah something- follow me as I make my way to the cubicle Jacob had set for me. The offfice is a rather large one and can occupy many persons at once but I’m not just used with sharing a space with anyone. On the other side, getting to see Viviana as she works would be a good reward, so there is that.
When I settle on the office chair set, I almost groan at how uncomfortable it feels. Then I look back to the door.
Bianchi has no idea that the reason I showed him those computer bugs planted in his living room, his bedroom and other essentials parts of his house, is because I want him to trust me, need him to rely heavily on me. Make him see and feel like I’m the only one he can trust. I know of the issues he has with the other Bianchi brothers and I plan on using all his weaknesses against him, excluding none.
If only he had the faintest, the tiniest of ideas that I was the one who planted the bugs in the first place. I hope you’re ready Jacob?