Amara Fibinaci

I got out of the elevator walking towards his assistance mini desk. She scowled at me raising her brow.

"No appointment no seeing Mr Valtrio." She said clacking away on her keyboard.

"Oh sweetheart tell him the girl from last night is here he will see me right away I assure you." I said smirked as soon as the words were out of my mouth she looked at me wide eye.

Trying to figure out what happened last night.

She looked at me up and down trying to figure out what the competition was like. Funny part is that there is no competition.

She came back outside his office.

"Mr Valtrio will see you now." She said with gritted teeth and balled fist it was quite amusing like a little girl whose gotten her candy taken away from her.

I walked inside the office without knocking quite frankly like I own the place or something.

His back was towards me he was watching the view. It was a breath taking view from what I could see.

He turned around and walked around the desk.

"So it is you. I have to say I thought Kate was messing with me." He said. In this light I could see him much better.

His eyes were green as the forest was, his hands were covered in tattoos and his three piece suit was made for him and his body only.

He held the top of the chair his bruised knuckles catching my attention.

"You didn't think you see me anytime soon?" I asked smiling.

"No. No one has the balls to escape and come waltzing in my office the next day as if they own the damn place." He replied pulling the chair and sitting.

"Well technically I stole from you." I corrected him.

He called Kate.

"Bring us two cups of coffee." He ordered her.

"So you stole from me and now your sat in front of me. Which means one of two things. You are here either because you need something, or your employer wants to strike a deal." He said. God he was good.

"I need the file. The one you threatened to burn."

Kate walked in holding a tray with the two coffees. I didn't take a sip of mine as he did his.

When she left the room.

"Meet me for dinner. At the shard 8pm sharp." He just said getting up taking his blazer off.

I know his meant to be an enemy and all but he looked so damn good.

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I got ready as I strapped a gun to my thigh just in case shut hits the fan and we end up in a shit room.

There was a car, it was a black sleek suv  it's been in front of the hotel for an hour now.

It could be Mr Remierz thinking I'm going to betray him. My phone rang making me flinch.

I had gotten so used to the pin drop silence.

"I got you a job." His deep voice blurted out as soon as I picked up. I could hear the clacking of the keyboard in the background.

"I'm busy." I replied.

"It's good. Really good even I'm impressed."

I ended the call. Not wanting to hear the details. In case it interested me and god knows my curiosity has gotten me in more trouble then I can afford.

I walked down to the lobby leaving through the front entrance. I was right the car downstairs was meant for me.

The door opened for me and I got in being driven straight to the entrance of the shard.

The door was opened by a man in a suit I walked to the elevator and pressed the top floor.

The sun had already set the night dominating the sky.

The doors opened to a single table with a candle light in the middle he was sat waiting wine already served but not opened.

He stood up at the sight of me.

"You look-"

He went to compliment.

"Oh I know darling I don't need to be told twice." I responded smoothly. I needed to be in control tonight.

Because if he gets control I'm fucked.

He poured wine in my glass making me chuckle.

"Who compliment you the first time?" He asked making me roll my eyes. Men and their egos.

"Is that what you invited me to discuss, because I must say if it is I'm rather disappointed." I swirled the red wine in my glass and drank it all in one go.

"Are you nervous?" He asked smirking as he leaned back in his seat taking out a cigar and lighting it. He signalled one of the waiters who came rushing with two glasses of whiskey and a menu.

"I'm hungry is what I am." I kept my answers short.

I ordered a steak as light French music sounded through the speakers.

He ordered the lobster.

"Would you like to dance?" I looked at him through my lashes wanting to know what he was playing at.

Maybe he just wanted to see if she was a bad dancer or not.

Maybe it was part of whatever he wanted of her.

I got up and placed my hand in his out stretched hand. Her hand was small and delicate compared to the roughness of his. Even though they were in the same line of work I wondered why his felt as rough as sandpaper and were much more bruised then hers were.

He placed his other arm on her waist pulled her impossibly close. She was losing control with the proximity of him.

The slow music grew louder with each step we took, he spun us around the empty glass room. His breath hot on on my naked shoulders as his lips touched the tips of my ear.

Control.

"Amara." He whispered my name. I pulled away grabbing my gun and cocking it in a record time. I raised my eyebrow the same way I raised my gun and pointed it at him.

He chuckled leaning against the dinner table alighting his cigarette again.

"How do you know my name?" That was my first rule. Never give your name to your employers. Your surname is fine but your given name? Never that.