Page 380 of Valentino

It’s my last week working at Ferrara Media.

My last week with him.

I’m about to resign; I’ll only have to work the four days until Christmas. I’ve already booked my owed four weeks’ vacation leave for January and that will count toward my one month’s notice that I must give.

I’m trying to make this as seamless as possible and in a perfect world, everything will run smoothly, but I know Gabriel is going to make my life a living hell once I tell him. I’ve already trained Greg to cover my position while I’m away and I’m hoping that he will get to keep my job in the new year. And yes, it’s true, I know what you’re thinking, and to answer your question, yes.

Yes, I did. I trained up Greg, do you really think I’m going to hand over Gabriel to another female PA to watch him get dressed every morning?

I’m moving on….. not stupid.

Right, this is it.

I let out a deep breath and knock tentatively on the door.

“Come in,” his deep voice calls.

I push the door open and there he stands, wearing white briefs, his suit and shirt in his hand, I could just cry. I would give anything to see him get dressed at the end of my bed, even just once.

Focus.

“Good morning, Gracie,” he says as he takes his suit pants from the hanger. “You look lovely today.”

So do you.

“Morning.” I smile, my heart is racing, and I just know this isn’t going to go down well.

“Before I forget, can you drop down to Tiffany’s and pick up a gift for me today?”

Huh?

Actually….. good…. a reminder of why I’m doing this, thank you, universe, I needed this.

Hit me straight in the face with it.

“Sure thing, what am I getting?” I ask.

He pulls his shirt around his shoulders, “I don’t know. Earrings, necklace…. some bullshit.”

I roll my eyes and take out my notepad, “Umm…what are we talking? Gold, silver…. platinum?”

He twists his lips, “Gold.”

“What’s the budget?”

“I don’t know, you pick.”

I exhale as I write it down, “Diamonds?”

“Fuck no.” He fakes a shiver as if disgusted.

I glance up, “Why, fuck no?”

“I’ll only ever buy a diamond for someone I love.”

“You should probably buy yourself a few then,” I mutter deadpan.

He smirks as he buttons up his shirt. “I am the diamond.”