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Dario doesn’t watch me like some guard dog, but I’m sure he’d be happy to snitch if I ever tried sneaking out. I’m still waiting for him to make up some story each time I excuse myself to use the bathroom.
The one time he mentioned his worries to Dante, I almost laughed at the other man’s reaction. Thankfully, Dante sided with me. Every employee is guaranteed bathroom breaks, even if they’re considered an enemy. They have a room only a couple of doors away with no windows. Super convenient and everything.
If I got paid for my work, I could see this as an actual job. So far, I haven’t come across a single penny. From the way my indefinite contract is sounding, I don’t think I’ll be making money anytime soon.
Though, I have a room to sleep in and meals prepared whenever I request them. Do I even need money?
I’m pretty sure it’s Dante who is taking the blows financially. Taking care of someone is expensive, especially when they’ve been ordering a steak for dinner after a long day stuck behind these screens.
It’s been a week now of a repeated schedule and I’m feeling drained. Instead of calling for a decent breakfast, I chose sleep.Now, I’m feeling groggy. Without even looking at the alarm clock next to me, I know there isn’t much time before I hear the same three heavy knocks.
Dante will be expecting me and I hardly have the strength to leave the bed.
Not with the way reality has been creeping into my mind each time I have a pleasant thought about the demanding man.
Eventually, everything is going to come crashing down. The moment the Lombardi family can’t find a reason to keep me around, I might as well consider myself dead. Knowing my luck, it’ll be Dante’s finger against the trigger.
Watching him hadn’t given me a reason to care for the man. Sure, there was an interest, but notthisstrong of an attraction.
Seeing him up close and talking with him, I’m enjoying our short conversations too much. Hell, I rely on them to get through each day.
Every time he walks me over to the casino, brings me lunch, and takes me back here for the night, I find myself looking forward to seeing him.
Then comes the hacking part of my new life. I would not have expected them to have a setup hidden down below one of their establishments. I feel bad for almost revealing that to another family. That could’ve been bad. An end to them with the kind of information I’ve been recently exposed to.
As someone who loves challenges, I worked tremendously at making it hard for someone like me to crack into their systems.
I’ve hadfunbeefing up their defenses.
I won’t ever admit it out loud, but I don’t want this to end. Working under someone is a lot less lonely than self-employing myself throughout the state.
There’s a knock on my door, three taps.Ugh.
My thoughts are feeling heavy and so am I. I’m not ready to face the day.
With another round of knocks, I cover my head with the blanket and don’t think about what little choice I have about sleeping in until lunchtime.
Hearing the door unlock without much of a warning, I groan at the reminder of the key he owns. If Dante ever had bad intentions, he could stroll in and out whenever he pleased. Unfortunately, he’snota bad guy. This is a first for us.
Then again, I don’t normally make him knock more than once.
“You’re not ready.”
His voice makes my insides tighten. So deep and raspy. Soright. It’s not fair.
I grunt when the blanket is pulled away and fight not to look at him. I already know he’s wearing another nice suit coated in his rich cologne. The man is a walking magnet and I’m doing all I can to fight off this attraction.
“Don’t you people ever take a day off?” Grabbing a spare pillow, I cover my heated cheeks. “You’re working me to death. I can’t work proficiently if I have to do this every freaking day.”Especially for free.
Silence creeps in and I can’t help but imagine the man staring down at me with annoyance on his face. There are plenty of other shiny objects in the room, I’m nothing special.
As his responsibility, I remind myself once more that all of my actions affect him. If I choose not to work, he takes the hit. How terrible. Why hasn’t he just gotten rid of me yet? He’s had to think about it at least once by now. Planned it all out in his head and all that.
“Veronica.”
I shouldn’t have made a deal about him calling me V all the time. Ever since I made the request, he’s tortured me with my name. Is it too late to go back on that?
He plucks my pillow away next, leaving me with nothing. When I try to glare his way, he smirks.
