Billionaire Heartbreaker

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_Pamela's pov_

It's been a week since working for Mr Martello and i already feel like commiting. Figuratively of course. He is making my life a living hell. I don't know if he thinks he can break me. I'll like to see him try though.

I've been giving him a mocha everyday. It's weird cause he seems to enjoy it a lot. A little too much. He's probably one of those sexists. Ew.

Wearing skirts to work has become a part of me. I actually kind of like the shape it gives me.

I just wish I had worn it first so it doesn't seem like I'm wearing it cause of him. His ego is already big enough.

"Pamela Rios, report to my office immediately." He screeches from the end of the intercom disturbing me from my thoughts.

He's been doing this thing were he'll make his voice sound weird in a majority of his messages. I don't know if he's doing it to annoy me but it's working for sure.

"Yes Mr Martello" i answer rolling my eyes to which he has grown accustomed to in our short period together.

"You'll be accompanying me to a dinner party on Friday. Don't be frightened. I'll arrange a dress to be made for you. Not a single penny will be taking from your already empty wallet." He chuckles at his "joke".

Rich assholes. I wish i could shove their faces in a pool full of iodine.

"No. I'll be busy on Friday. It'll be best if you get someone else to accompany you." I state nodding my head curtly at him.

"Did you just turn down my invite? Well it's good i didn't ask nicely. You're mandated to follow me and that is a command." He places both legs on top of his table and waves his fingers to dismiss me. This asshole.

"I said I'm not going to your "dinner party"" i mimick. "Oh please don't cut of my head over MY OWN choice not to attend your useless dinner!" I almost scream giving him an eye roll. "Pop off if you want. I'll be in my office if you need someone to disturb later IN THE FUCKING DAY. "

"Ouu Pamela is feisty now? I'M FUCKING SCARED." He chuckles as i slam my office door.

I hate him so much.

I'm well aware i need to attend the dinner. We are both aware of that but i needed to vent. He's such an asshole.

"When you're done moping i expect a mocha frappe on my table." He says in a British voice.

Dead me.

Time skip
The work day is over and I can finally head home.

"I'm leaving" i inform my asshole boss as i lock my office door and drop the key on the table beside it.

The cleaners need it for easy access into the office. For a "prestigious" company like this one, I'm surprised they don't have extra keys.

"Take your keys. You'll be resuming extremely early tomorrow so we can oversee the planning of the other firm branch." He replies not looking at me as he types away on his computer. "Wear something corporate yet casual. We'll be going for a meeting afterwards. Trousers would be appreciated."

"I- okay." I reply simply.

There's no point in arguing or inquiring. I'll still do it either way and I'm way too tired for all that.

He looks somewhat surprised. He probably expected me to argue. Asshole.

I quickly leave the office walking as fast as possible to the elevator nearest to me. I'm then bumped into by a rock hard chest which leaves me almost falling down until whoever it is holds unto my waist to support me.

This is so cringe i had to remove his hands immediately and regain my balance.

"You should be more careful, Pamela." The stranger warns chuckling a little.

It was Leonardo. From the coffee shop. What is he doing here?

"Leonardo?" I question probably looking beyond shocked.

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