Chapter 4 4: The Job offer

SIX YEARS LATER

"What?" Laura Tosseli yelled in shock as she slowly dropped her glass of wine. She looks deeply into Fiorella's eyes. With her brown hair in a ponytail and her clean navy blue guarded suit, she looks across the table at her best friend. "Twin baby? A boy and a girl? How the fuck did it happen?"

Laura Tosseli continues. "Is that true? So you just broke up with Dante like this? And live for six years. Just you and the two babies?" She looks disturbed.

Fiorella Evette looks sad at her lasagna noodles. "Yes, it's incredible to think of it." She smiles, "I've survived six years. Such a long time,"

Laura looks at her best friend in pity. "You will never know. It's like yesterday when my brother and I grew up together..." She sniffs. "Who would know that you're now a mother? All still curves up, your slim wide hips,"

Fiorella giggles at Laura. "Common, Aura, I have no choice. I have two children to raise, and all are scheduled up. I am doing three works right now." She sniffs once more. "English Home tutorial, At noodles restaurant, and lastly, a mother!" She grins.

Laura flinched in shock. She smiles suddenly. "But those jobs don't make much money. It's not even enough to feed you and one kid,"

"Yeah, I know, it's tough for the name. I am a High-class graduate of the feed of Fashion, and also I've got my degrees, but finding good work in Milan or Sicily needs a connection to do that," Fiorella complains.

Laura smiles. "Me spending half of my years in Seoul is not a pain in my beautiful ass. I am here, girl, and your girl is back, so the Gods must have known that a princess is in distress. So he sent me the acknowledgment Angel to save your motherly ass!"

Fiorella looks at her, confused.

Laura quickly slams a booklet onto the table, not minding people who stare. "Amica, look! Fifty thousand Euros a month. Secretary to the Boss!"

Fiorella's eyes opened in shock. "Fif...fifty...tho... thousand Euros?" She clears her throat. "Seems too good to be true,"

"Do you take me as a fake DR manager?" She furrows her brow at the still-lifeless Fiorella. "Everybody knows that the pay is good at Missoni Clothing. I can't say about others. But I can get you into that company for sure with the help of my brother,"

Fiorella picks up the booklet as she rolls her eyes at the requirements. "But look at the requirements: 5'4 in height, well proportioned, bachelor's degree in business and fashion, Fair or Melanie skin, beautiful face, and graceful behavior," she raised her eyebrows questionably at Laura. "Isn't your rich friend looking for a woman?"

Laura laughs out loud. "I've been friends with him since we were kids. Never lacks women! The secretary is going to be picked up by the Boss's fiance. So relax. He's not fully yet the King but a prince. He's there temporarily because his father, Massi Denaro, is testing him."

Fiorella picks up the booklet again. "Okay, girl, I need this money. My kids are going to school, and I want to send them to the best school."

"It's your grace, Fiorella, your grace," Laura Tosseli smiles as she leans over to kiss her forehead. "I'll be going now before my husband Lucca sends for me. I'll create a chance to see you and the kids, okay?"

Fiorella nods. "Okay! Grazie Laura,"

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Fiorella slowly opens the door as she enters the house to see her mother doing the dishes and her kids. "Noello, Noelle! Mamma is back!"

"Mamma!" Noelle yells in happiness as she runs to embrace her mother. "Today, I helped Nonna and sold many clothes,"

Noello looks coldly at his mother.

" Rella, what brings you back so early?" Her mother, Ginvera Evette, questions.

"Good news, I found a new job with the help of a long-gone friend! Starting from tomorrow!"

"What company?" Noello questions with a frown like he didn't care, with his five-year-old cold voice and character.

" Missoni clothing line!" Fiorella mouthed.

"Missoni clothing. That won the BMF (Best Milan Fashion) and also took over the IFNA(Italy fashion Nova Award) and best parachute regiment of the whole decade?" His hoarse voice snaps. "Do you know their main source?" He snaps at me again!

"What?" We all looked at him, confused.

He Looks resentful. "Gang leaders! Mafia King and prince!"

"Enough of your rubbish talk." Grandma snaps.

For goodness sake, he's just five years old. He's Melanie-skinned, has a possessive voice, and is hot for his age.

"Boy, you're only five. How do you come to know so much about it?" She looks embarrassed at her cold-minded son.

Noello rolled his ocean-blue eyes at his mother. "They are a rich and powerful firm. They are linked with the Sicilian groups and also Mexico and U.S companies. They are monopolies domestically. Why would they hire someone like you? Do you even know what you're about getting yourself into?" He spat.

"Are you showing contempt for Mamma?" Fiorella giggles at him, looking stupid about the machine brain that her son has.

He didn't care to respond, but he slowly walked to the couch to sit.

Noelle grumbles. "But Noello, didn't you say you want to have dinner? I'm hungry,"

"Call me Fratello! I am your elder brother, so say it, Fratello maggiore,"

Noelle rolls her eyes sarcastically at him. "You're only Nine minutes older than me!"

"Even still, I am still your Fratello maggiore!" He folds his arms to his chest, looking firm at his sister.

Noelle grumbles at him. "Are you emphasizing that you're older than me?"

He frowns. "I am just saying that I'm older than you, and I am your elder brother, and I have got the right to lecture you,"

"Un Vecchio," she cusses as she sticks her tongue at him.

Noello flinched, looking killed. "What? Did you call me old man?"

Fiorella giggles as she holds the two of them. "Come on, don't fight. Mommy is taking you two to the park tomorrow!"

"Yeyyy... Park!" Noelle jumps for joy.

"Whatever!" Noello walks back into his room.

"What a cold child!" Grandma mutters, watching him leave.

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They arrived at the children's park. Noelle grumbles. "Mamma, I want candy and chocolate chips," she tugs on the hem of Fiorella's dress.

She looks down at her five years old. "But baby, Mamma is lining up for tickets. How about you take her to it, Noello?" Fiorella looks from Noelle to Noello's cold eyes.

Noelle pleaded with her brother. "Big brother, I want to have candy and chocolate chips,"

"Watch your weight!" He rolls his eyes at her.

"You're a savage..." Noelle cuss.

"I know, I'm a savage, Classy, bougie, ratchet, Sassy, moody, nasty, Acting stupid," he sings, nodding his head at the flaming in a fury, Noelle.

"I hate you!" She whispered.

Suddenly, a car nearly runs them over. But luckily, the driver holds first on his brake. With a sleek, the vehicle stops.

The driver opens the door. "Kids, why are you walking on the road by yourselves? This is too dangerous. How could a mother leaves her kids on the park path?"

Noelle trembles in fright. "Sorry, uncle, we are sorry that we frightened you!" Noello holds his sister's shoulder to console her knowing quite well that she's a crybaby. She doesn't like to be yelled at.

"Tito," the model-like lady in the backseat mutters to his companion, who is busy on his phone. "Look at that boy, and he looks like you so much. And that girl, she looks like your mother,"

"Does he?" He questioned without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Tito, do you like children?" She interrupts him again with a shimmering smile. "We're getting married anyway. I can give you a child," she adds without letting him reply to her first question.

The car slowly drives past them. "Watch the road!" Fiorella complains as she grabs her two kids.

"Sorry, Mamma!" Noello mutters.

"Stop the car." He stammers, turning around to the woman who just embraced the children.

The driver quickly stops. "Tito, what is wrong?" Gwendolyn Ramos asks, stunned at the look on Tito's face. He looks out the window.

That woman looks so familiar! Right, what is wrong with me?

He holds his head for relaxation. "Tito, what is wrong with you?" Gwendolyn Ramos asks, worried at the way Tito touches his head.

"Nothing, I am fine! Let's go," he ordered.

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