Isabella’s train of thought was interrupted as the door opened, causing her to jolt up into a sitting posture and place her hand on the table to observe who had invaded her office without knocking. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Sofia standing at the doorway. She had thought it was her boss who had entered the office.
“What exactly do you want?” Isabella inquired. She was still reeling from the notion that Sofia had intentionally set her up to be raped. She was baffled as to why Sofia was here after what she did. Could it be possible that she came in here to apologize? Isabella felt skeptical about this!
Sofia stood motionless, her hands clenched into fists on either side of her body; she was battling with her emotions not to let them get the best of her after receiving an order that Matteo demanded for Isabella’s presence on the rooftop. A few minutes ago, she received a call from Matteo ordering her to escort Isabella to the rooftop. She clinched her teeth and furrowed her eyebrows, casting Isabella a deadly glare. She was being envious that Isabella was the first woman to spend personal time with Matteo on the rooftop, something he never does because he prefers being alone. In fact, he hated women being around him, especially at his favorite spot where he loved to spend time alone, which was on the rooftop.
Sofia had always dreamed to be the woman, standing by his side whenever he was alone on the rooftop, but all her dreams were shattered because of Isabella. He had chosen Isabella to take over her place in her own dream.
Sofia had always gotten rid of any woman that came in her way, but right now she knew she couldn’t defy Matteo’s command, so she was left stranded. She took a long breath, attempting to relax herself as she pushed her feelings of envy to the back of her mind so she could focus on what she was sent to do. “Matteo wants you on the rooftop.” She eventually broke the prolonged tension between them.
Isabella felt her heart plummet to her stomach. “What?” she exclaimed in astonishment. She heard Sofia clearly, but she wanted to be sure her ears weren’t deceiving her.
Sofia huffed, infuriated by Isabella’s inquiry. She rolled her eyes and gazed at Isabella with resentment filled in her eyes, repeating her previous statement, sounding as if she was being forced to speak, “I said! MATTEO WANT YOU AT THE ROOFTOP. NO MORE QUESTIONS, SO COME WITH ME “, she said through gritted teeth then walked out of the office, slamming the door firmly behind her.
Everything Sofia said seems unbelievable to Isabella. Isabella wondered if this was also one of Sofia’s techniques to set her up again like she did before. Isabella sprang out of the office chair, her mind racing with questions regarding why her boss wanted to see her or whether Sofia was simply playing games with her again, especially when it was on the rooftop rather than his office. ‘Could Sofia be plotting to push her off the cliff?’ The thought of it made her cringe in horror, because after what happened back there in room 025, she was convinced that Sofia was capable of doing anything wicked. ‘But why?” Isabella wondered.
Isabella exited the office and followed Sofia to the elevator from behind.
“The tenth bottom will take you to the rooftop.” Sofia remarked, and Isabella nodded her head in response.
Isabella reached out and pressed a button in the elevator, which prompted the elevator to open.
Sofia nudged Isabella aside just as she was about to enter the elevator. “After me,” she said, flicking her hair behind her back with a shrug on her shoulder as she entered the elevator. “And be careful not to fall down the cliff,” Sofia said with a sly grin, instilling fear in Isabella.
Isabella’s whole body shivered in horror while Sofia hit a button inside the elevator, and the elevator closed automatically.
Sofia can’t stand Isabella; her very existence bothers her a lot. She was curious as to what Matteo, her boss, found special about Isabella despite the fact that she is a fat, unattractive and a dark-skinned lady. She’s not trying to be racist; she knows she deserves better since she’s more sexy and beautiful than Isabella, who is the worst opposite of her.
Sofia sneered enviously; she despises Isabella because of the attention Isabella obtains from her boss. She deserves that kind of attention, not Isabella. Sofia tightened her fist and felt her heart speed up as she kept thinking of it. She couldn’t envision what they would be doing together up there. “Fuck!” she cursed. She preferred not to think of it because the more she thinks about it, the more enraged she becomes. She had to come up with a plan to get rid of Isabella before Leonardo get to know her so that she wouldn’t miss out on her chance to have the two attractive men to herself.
Outside the elevator, Isabella pressed the button again and waited for the elevator to ding open, which it did. The elevator door opened, and she entered the elevator at ease before it closed automatically. She pushed a button, and the elevator rose up to the top floor.
Isabella started fiddling with her finger and biting out her bottom lips as she eagerly waited for the elevator to halt. She was nervous and curious at the same time about why her boss, Matteo, had requested her presence. Was it related to the kiss? She thought and immediately felt fluttering in her stomach, making her blush. She knew this was wrong and inappropriate to think about another man kissing her when she had a boyfriend, but she couldn’t help it. After that kiss with him, she couldn’t stop thinking about Matteo. She claimed it was her very first kiss with a man.
The elevator door slid open and a spectacular beautiful view of the rooftop emerged, causing Isabella’s heart to skip a beat.
Isabella gasped, her mouth dropping open in shock. She has never witnessed anything as breathtaking and magnificent as this. The environment was so vast, and from where she stood, she could see an incredible view of the Italian skyline. She thought she was virtually reaching for the stars.
Isabella stepped out of the elevator, taking two steps ahead before gently turning around to admire the awe-inspiring view of the hotel’s skyline and the magnificent environment. A short-height crystalline parapet wall was sturdy around the edge of the rooftop, enhancing the view of the building and providing a transparent view of the beautiful city of Italy. The glass handrail of the curved parapet wall offered a broad view of the exterior building as well as maximum transparency for viewing the outer space. The parapet walls were lined with lush greenery and vibrant flowers, which added a touch of natural beauty to the cityscape. The extensive protective parapet-crystalline wall enhanced the splendor of the building.
There were soft white lounge chairs and plush sofas with glittering lights underneath, perfectly positioned around the surrounding area, offering the perfect spot to unwind and take in the comprehensive view of the stylish and enticing atmosphere.
Isabella strolled out of the hallway, where she stood and felt a gentle wind caress her skin. She felt cozy and warm, as though she was at the top of the world. The entire atmosphere was pleasant and serene, making her feel like she was the last person left in the world.
She was standing in the center of the rooftop, completely mystified as to how she got there. She swung around, shifting her gaze to look behind her to observe the sleek and chic modern aesthetic décor of the bar. The bar was influenced by the city’s ultra-futuristic skyline and served delectable cocktails and refreshing beverages. The rooftop is undeniably a haven of tranquility in the midst of the chaos of the city below.
The entire space was enormous and spacious, mocking all other roofs in the neighborhood with panorama views that reached the sky and an incredible infinity pool at the edge that provided breathtaking views over the surfaces. It was clear to her why this building could be visible from a distance, far above Italy’s bustling boulevard city.
Isabella turned to face Matteo and saw him standing close to the parapet wall’s curved center. His body was reclining against the parapet wall with his elbow settled over the structure, supporting his comfortable posture. He was holding a glass of cocktail in his hand while his head was ducked down, staring down at the scene, which was accentuated by the subtle sounds of the city below: the buzz of traffic, the distant chatter of pedestrians, and the periodic wail of a siren-all mingling together to form a symphony of urban life.
Isabella approached Matteo and stopped behind him, expecting him to turn around to face her and explain why he had called for her, but his gaze remained fixed at the ground.
Isabella gulped, her heart racing as her mind sought to think of the right words to say. “Sir, I’m here,” she finally called out to his attention, and Matteo swiftly diverted his gaze, turning his face to look down at her. He grinned inwardly, he had thought she wouldn’t come because of what had transpired between them.
Matteo was relieved to see her here, before looking back to stare up into the magnificent void of space.