ISABELLA
Mark and I returned to the office to continue to work. As the evening rolled in, I wrapped up work on time and sat down for dinner, my usual routine. But what awaited me online was anything but routine. The buzz about Levi's visit to Kevin during the day had exploded into a frenzy by nightfall.
People were going after Levi hard, calling him heartless, a capitalist, and worse. They accused him of just putting on a show with his visit, and suddenly his whole life story was up for debate. Some said he only got his job at Ferrari because of his family connections, not because of any real talent. To them, Levi was just a pretty face with nothing substantial to offer.
"Why bother with Ferrari management when Levi could've just stuck to modeling? #JustSaying
"Ever wonder what happens when you swap a model for an engineer? Accidents, that's what. #Levi #Ferrari
"With Levi at the helm, safety concerns at Ferrari are skyrocketing. Buckle up, folks. #FerrariSafety #LeviControversy
As the relentless barrage of malicious tweets flooded in, it became clear that this was a targeted attack, likely orchestrated by our rivals. Each accusation weighed heavily on me. I felt bad for Levi.
Despite Levi's tough exterior, I couldn't reconcile the vicious online attacks with the man I knew. Hastily, I sent Mark the screenshots and dialed his number.
"What does Levi want us to do?" I asked as he picked up.
"He wants us to do nothing. So let's do just that," Mark replied firmly.
"Why?" I pressed, puzzled by Levi's decision to be silent on this matter. What does he have up his sleeves?
"Boss knows best, but feel free to check with him if you want," Mark suggested.
“You sure?" I sought confirmation, a flicker of doubt clouding my resolve. Mark could be playing tricks on me.
"Yea,"
"Okay," I conceded, hanging up, though doubts lingered in my mind.
Frustration bubbled within as I pondered Mark's intentions behind his advice. Was he genuinely worried for Levi or subtly maneuvering to shift the blame? I cursed under my breath, familiar with Mark's tendency to evade responsibility. It was 7:30 PM in Italy, late enough to disturb Levi in Japan. But duty eclipsed personal hesitation; the team's reputation was at stake.
I thought it's best I call to confirm with him as I've been handling the PR on this entire issue.
So, I dialed Levi's number, nerves fluttering as each ring echoed in the quiet room. Part of me craved the reassurance of his voice, perhaps more than I cared to admit. As the call connected, I steeled myself for his response.
The ache for Levi's voice hit me with unexpected force when he picked up the call. How I wished I could navigate this storm alone, and get him out of it but I lack the experience to do it.
“Is evening there Isabella and past your working hours why are you calling me?” He sounded so tired and his concern tugged at my heartstrings. Here was a man shouldering the weight of leadership, his weariness palpable even through the phone. Yet nobody appreciated him or believed in him. The two of us have that in common.
"Sir, I just wanted to ask..." My words trailed off, the gravity of the situation weighing heavy on my tongue. How could I convey the onslaught of character assassination on him, nicely? "Should we respond to the character attacks by our rivals, sir?”
Levi's response was swift and decisive, his voice a calming presence amidst the chaos. "Don't reply to anything or make a statement," he instructed his words carrying the weight of authority. “I will handle it my way.”
With a heavy exhale, I acknowledged his directive. "Okay boss," I murmured, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly at his reassurance.
"Good night," Levi bid softly, ending the call with a gentle reminder of rest. He is in Japan, and he knows now in Italy it's night.
Levi's thoughtfulness, magnetic voice, and calm bossy tone plus the stress caused an explosion of horniness in me.
I brought out my vibrator from my bedside cupboard and charged it for a little while. Then I lay on the bed and gently massaged my cleavage, slowly slipping it to my nipples while thinking of Levi. What would he do if he was here? Would he fuck me with all that anger and frustration he's feeling now?
Suddenly, I received an Instagram message. It's from Levi, but it was immediately deleted. I didn't think much of it because he only sends me work-related messages, so he probably just sent me a message by mistake and deleted it. As I stared at his profile picture, a message from Mr. L appeared.
Mr L: What are you doing?
Me: Masturbating.
I answered honestly after all he told me not to lie to him.