Isabella raised her head and glanced at him in shock. “What?” She asked again just to confirm what he had just said.
Matteo’s gaze was transfixed to his wrist as he unbuttoned the hand of his suit. “Mm”, He murmured and nodded his head slightly, not noticing Isabella’s eyes were blurring due to tears welling up in her eyes. After releasing the button on his wrist, he glanced at her with serious concern in his green eyes and briefly examined her face before realizing she was crying. He yearned to kiss her chubby cheek and wiped the tears from her face then comfort her by telling her that everything would be alright as long as he is here. He felt his heart ached because of her and he turned his head away, unable to look at her in the face with that expression in her eyes; why are women so weak, Matteo wondered as he hated the fact that she is weak and it’s killing him inside.
Isabella’s heart tightened when she realized what Matteo had just said. “But sir…” she started, her voice shaking as she wanted to plead with him to change his mind about it.
Before she could finish, Matteo interrupted, “You have being are promoted”
Isabella blurted out, “What?” in shock.
“You’re going to be my personal secretary”, Matteo announced.
Isabella felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted up from her chest; for a split second, she thought Matteo was going to fire her for something she didn’t commit. Isabella joyfully lowered her head, “Thank you so much, sir!” She exclaimed. “But why, sir?” she questioned, perplexed as to why he had suddenly promoted her.
He let out a sigh and turned his attention to the corpse lying on the ground. “You are not the only one who has been assaulted by this old men,” he replied softly. “A Few of the hotel female workers have been sexually assaulted (SA) by these old men, so it’s better we got rid of them now to prevent them from hurting more women,” he explained, and Isabella muttered a “oh,” realizing why he killed them. “Most of the female worker ran away because they were threatened not to speak, and worst of all, I didn’t suspect the old men to be capable even when some of the female workers complained about it,” He said and Isabella could relate to it that she still finds it hard to believe that these elderly men were capable of seducing and harassing the employees here.
Isabella looked up at him as he continued talking.
“And today all this happened because of you so that’s why I promoted you.” Matteo added.
“Oh, no wonder”, Isabella mumbled.
Matteo raised an eyebrow at her and remarked, “But why would you be working alone in this room?”
“Sofia told me to”, Isabella simply respond.
Matteo furrowed his brow, realizing that Sofia must have set her up. “That bitch”, He muttered inwardly then reached into his pocket for his phone and took it out. He dialed a number and made the call; it rang for a few second before the caller responded.
“Hello, this is Sofia speaking.” The caller said.
Matteo demanded, “I want you in my office, right now,” and disconnected the call before Sofia could respond. He dipped his phone into his pocket and sighed, looking down at Isabella who stood in front of him. “You should go and change into your casual outfit”, He suggested, not feeling comfortable seeing her in the uniform with her cleavage exposed.
“Sir, I only brought the uniform,” She said. “I didn’t bring any clothes,” Isabella admitted firmly.
“Aren’t you aware that you should arrive in a casual outfit before changing into your uniform at work?” Matteo inquired.
“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know,” Isabella apologized, since she had no idea about it. Sofia didn’t even inform her! ‘That witch!’ She muttered an expletive. She felt guilty that she didn’t listen to her mother and she regretted it. She assumed that if she didn’t wear the uniform, they wouldn’t let her into the hotel. She would have heeded her mother’s advice and brought a change of clothes in case she needed to return or change.
“I’m interested to know how you felt while walking down the street in this outfit,” Matteo said, and Isabella averted her gaze outside the door as she felt a twinge of embarrassment.
“It’s fine”, he said, unbuttoning his black suit and revealing his inner black shirt as he took off his suit. “Take it and put it over your shoulder.” He handed the suit to her and averted his gaze from hers. “Use it to cover your chest…” he added as Isabella swallowed hard, feeling heat spread over her body simply by glancing at the outline of his muscles through his black-shirt.
“Then… than… thank you, sir,” Isabella stuttered as she took the suit from him. She wore the suit and buttoned it all the way up to cover her body.
After she was finished covering up, Matteo gazed at her, relieved that her body wasn’t exposed.
“Sir!!!”
Matteo’s face turned cold as he lifted his head and noticed three of his men approaching the room in a haste.
Isabella moved to the other side of the room to allow them to enter.
When they entered the room, they were taken aback by the three corpse on the ground and the blood spouted around the room. They looked at their boss, Matteo, with concern in their eyes. “Sir, are you okay?” One of them inquired.
Isabella was flabbergasted; she expected them to be more concerned about the bodies on the ground, but they were more concerned about Matteo.
“Clear this mess and leave no trace, and if the cops call, you tell them it was self-defense,” Matteo ordered coldly, dismissing their query. “And you!” he said to Isabella, turning to face her.
Isabella’s eyes lit up when she realized he was referring to her.
“Be in my office now!” With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving Isabella behind as he stepped into the elevator. He pressed the button that leads up to his office and the elevator closed and elevated. He was ready to strangle Sofia to death when he grasp hold of her. He knew she was the one behind this. Why would she purposefully send Isabella to clean the room when she knew it could be dangerous? She didn’t even send any maid to assist her because she wanted all of this to happen to her.
Meanwhile, Isabella’s palm turned cold as panic overcame her, causing her body to quiver violently. She wondered what Matteo wanted from her again after seeing how furious he was back then. Is it possible that it goes beyond what Leonardo had asked her to do yesterday? Her mind pondered as she waited for the elevator to descend. She shuddered as she moved towards the elevator, recalling the horrifying image of those dead men. Who knows if she was next to bear the same fate as theirs?
‘Maybe I should run away’, She had a thought but shook her head on-realizing it might be a bad idea.
When the elevator opened, she stepped inside and pressed the number to his office.
The elevator closed immediately and elevated.