Chapter 38 Weird People
ANGELICA'S POV
Everything was strange in this place.
It was atrociously beautiful and full of greenery, but the people here were weird.
I don't know how to describe them. Maybe it was because I was used to the high-end, chaotic life of the city.
These people speak little, boring into each other's eyes most of the time, as if they have some secret communication I was not accustomed to since I was an outsider, but it appeared weird.
I sighed and massaged my foot since it was aching from wearing heels for the last ten hours.
I constantly walked around with Alen and Zishan to attend to the clients and secure the business deals under their negotiation.
“They are inside,” Maria smiled at me, nodding at me in a signal to go inside.
This was the last scheduled meeting of the day, and the Martino brothers would also be present this time.
It was a high-end restaurant. I guessed it was a business dinner, but I couldn't have been more wrong as I entered.
I was immediately ushered to a private room on the second floor. There, I gazed at the Matrino brothers, sitting on the large couch like the notorious leaders they were.
With their legs crossed and a glass of wine in their hands, they raised their brows at me simultaneously, an action I was long accustomed to.
“Sir,” I bowed to them out of respect since someone else was in the room.
I briefly gazed at the man seated before the Martino brothers. He was probably in his mid-twenties. I won't lie. He was handsome and quite eye-catching with his posture and dominating aura. His sharp jaws and nose added to his charm.
“Please sit,” Dylan said as he leaned forward and placed his glass on the table.
I sat on the vacant sofa beside the couch, keeping my posture straight. I had yet to find my purpose here.
“This is?” The man before us asked.
Dylan and Ericson didn't answer his question. They just stared back at him blankly.
Thinking they appeared rude, I felt obliged to introduce myself. I was about to do so when the door opened, and our attention snapped to the intruder.
A beautiful lady clad in a blue dress with a slit at the thigh and a black rose on the left shoulders entered the hall.
Her brown eyes were beaming while her aura screamed poise and demanded unwavering attention.
She must be a celebrity, a model, or royalty. I have seen plenty of beautiful people, but she was by far the most amazing.
“Apologies for the delay,” the lady said before scanning the room and noticing that no sofa was empty.
“Where am I supposed to sit now?” She asked, a playful hint to her tone.
I stood in embarrassment.
I was nothing more than a secretary at the moment. She was the guest and naturally deserved to sit.
“Well, Sweetheart, I obviously can't ask you to sit on my face before everyone else. Let's go with my legs?” The man asked a dangerous look in his eyes that almost looked like instilled lust for the woman.
I wasn't the one who received such words, but for some reason, I felt secondhand embarrassment.
How could this man say something like this so shamelessly? But the lady didn’t seem to mind it even for a second. She was laughing instead.
“Sit, Angel,” Ericson held my hand.
I nodded at him when I saw the lady walking and sitting on the man's lap before slapping his chest playfully.
“Apologies. Let me do the introductions. She is Gargi, my wife,” the man said.
“Don't worry. We will never say such words to you before anyone. Your red cheeks, fast-beating heart, arousal, and everything related belong to us only,” Ericson whispered into my ears, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as his hand touched my lower back.
I wanted to glare at him but remembered this was a business meeting, so I suppressed my emotions.
They continued talking about some weird stuff. Sometimes, they would use words like packs and attacks, and I wondered if this was a new term for gangs.
After all, I wasn't well-versed with such things.
After my mom married my stepdad, who was related to such things, they sent me to study.
Heck, I don't even remember the last time I visited them and stayed for more than a day with them in their native place where they live.
I was occasionally asked to suggest things, but Ericson and Dylan would cover up for me neatly, which made me sigh.
Honestly, I didn't know why I was invited to this meeting if I wasn't going to participate.
As a secretary, it was my duty to accompany the bosses, but I was practically useless there.
“If you need some fresh air, go ahead,” Dylan said, sensing my discomfort. I smiled gratefully before stepping out of the restaurant.
I immediately descended downstairs and ordered a coffee for myself.
Everything around me was confusing, and it didn't help that I felt like I was being continuously watched like I was under some kind of scrutiny.
“Here is your coffee, Miss.” The waiter placed the coffee on the table, and I smiled at him, thankfully.
I took a deep breath and called Victoria.
“Hey,”
“Hey, you. How is everything going? Are you adapting well?” Victoria asked, concerned as ever.
“I don't know. Dylan said we might need to stay for two weeks, and though all my necessities will be taken care of, I don't think I belong here. People here are…” I didn't know how to explain.
Victoria didn't say anything for some time before she sighed.
“They are rushing you too much,” She asked.
Her words were diplomatic.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You are not ready to meet our ways and –” she paused.
It was almost as if she said something she wasn't supposed to.
“Your ways?”
“I mean, this harsh way needs adapting to something so quickly. It's been only a month, and they are already rushing you even when it's your first job after graduation,” Victoria said.
Her words made sense.
I hummed as I played with the tissue.
“Well, it's supposed to be my job. Though I would've loved your company,” I smiled when she chuckled, knowing all too well what her following words would be.
As I fumbled with the tissue, something caught my eye.
Something was written inside it.
I opened the tissue, my hands freezing as I looked around with that familiar fear clawing at my heart.
“Li? Hello? Are you there? Angelica?” Victoria's words snapped me out of my thoughts, and I gulped.
“I…I'll call you later,” I added hurriedly before ending the call as I read the word.
“Morocco,”
This… No. This can't happen. How can that man find me here? It was impossible.
I was about to stand from my table when I saw a man looking directly at me across two seats.
My body went livid before stilling. The man was looking me dead in the eyes. Was he one of his men? Was he the one who gave me this note? Does that mean he was here too?
My heart started pounding at the pace of a bullet train as the man stood.
He pulled something out from his behind, his gaze not leaving me, and I flinched, thinking he was going to shoot me.
However, the pain or the bullet sound I expected never came.
I opened my eyes only to notice the man holding a walking stick. He was blind.
“Hi, my name is Tyson Morocco. Can I have your number?” the waiter who had given me the coffee earlier said, snapping my attention to him.
I smiled hesitantly before politely declining and walking away.
Though it was a false alarm, my body still shook from the mere thought of having that man Jarvin Morocco around. It was a disgusting feeling.
Tears of helplessness welled in my eyes as I realized even after running away from him, I was still bound in the shackles of the trauma he gave me.
When will I be able to free myself?