AYLA
Three Months Later
Bum.
Thump.
Puff.
The black strap heel fell from the top of my wardrobe.
I honestly can't wait to go back to Lake Como. One week in Chicago attending these parties and walking in these heels was going to have my death sentence published.
My breathing was chaotic like my new boss.
Three months of working with this man and I was more convinced he drove people mad just by existing.
There was always a complaint from him.
Either about my hair style, my fashion sense, a document being a minute late or a minute early, a wine not meeting his taste or being too much.
The man couldn't even be pleased.
And about maintaining ten metres was something he acknowledged on paper and definitely not in his head.
The forced proximity during dinner, the way he pulled me to stay close during his car racing games, the slight brush of our hands when exchanging files or documents.
Cassian Moretti was chaotic!
