My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 18

Enora:

I sat down at the table. It could just be me but I could feel the slight tension that bubbled in the air. I had a copy of the document in front of me, and I had taken the time to type another copy of it in Italian for Mr. Romeo.

I passed it to him and his fingers grazed mine as he took it. I felt color come to my cheeks, but I dared not to look at those green eyes of his. I was feeling awful as it was.

“Mr. Romeo, your company has a lot to offer mine and I believe that aligning our goals will benefit the both of us.”

I relayed the information to Mr. Romeo and she gave me his response. For someone who looked just as handsome as Mr. Wright, he was quite rude, and I had to give Mr. Wright a paraphrased and lighter response.

“He says that he doesn’t believe that there is anything that your company has to offer him. He says that the profits and returns are impressive but that he doesn’t see anything else that he can consider to be particularly worthy of his attention.”

Mr. Wright raised a brow and I felt myself shrink into my seat. I hope I was doing this right. This was what translators did? I did say the correct thing? Fuck! I was so nervous that I was doubting my own ability to speak Italian.

“Really? Then I don’t see the reason why this meeting was called. If I remember correctly, it was your company that made the move to align with us and not the other way around.”

I turned to Mr. Romeo and gave him the information. I tried to keep a straight face but I couldn’t hide my disgust at how foul-mouthed he was. He used the fact that Mr. Wright couldn’t understand Italian to slip in some very awful words. He was starting to look less handsome now.

As I turned to Mr. Wright, I felt a light touch on my hand. Mr. Romeo was looking at me; his deep eyes pierced mine, and I struggled to keep a professional, unflustered expression.

“Is there something else that you would like to say, Mr. Romeo,” I said in Italian.

“Yes. I wonder if anyone has ever told you how beautiful you are for an Italian girl. Your hair, your eyes, they are exquisite. Once this boring meeting ends, I would like you to come see me. I will leave my hotel number for you.”

He gave me a wink and I was horrified. I turned to look at Mr. Wright but his eyes were stern and business-like. Just like always, his expression gave nothing away and he simply raised a brow.

“Well, Miss Lopez, what did he say?”

My heart raced in my chest. Fuck! I was so screwed. I couldn’t tell Mr. Wright that Mr. Romeo was hitting on me in the middle of a business meeting. I had to think fast.

“He was saying that he doesn’t feel this meeting time should be wasted and that he would like to know what your company has to offer.”

I refused to look at Mr. Romeo and focused on typing the minutes of the meeting, but through the corner, I could see the frustration written all over his face, and he was doing a very poor job of hiding it. What an asshole?!

“I see. Well, his company is a little old-fashioned. I have been doing a lot of research about Romeo Industries, and although their methodology is impressive, it will fade fast in this fast-changing economy. I have already begun to see signs of it in the company financial report of last year. Profits were twenty percent less than normal.”

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