Author's POV
The ruthless mafia entered the room, surrounded by almost 10 guards, diligently protecting him from the air—no one was there to hurt him. He walked like a model, wearing an expensive, tailored, raven-black suit with an overcoat. His Rolex gleamed on his wrist. To be honest, he could pass as a fashion icon. His clothes highlighted his sharp features. His cold, callous gaze fell on the people sitting across the desk.
My POV
Greetings? He never gave them, and we don't expect to be greeted by a dangerous mafia. I could see he was brash, but I couldn't deny that he was meticulous and ingenious. Something about him was oddly familiar, but I just brushed it off.
"Nice to meet you." I stood up to greet him, offering my hand.
"You must be Jenny. Nice to meet you," he said while shaking my hand. His voice was deep enough to send me into orbit. He was prepossessing. He caught my eye. We sat down.
"Sir, we are a small startup. I don't understand why you are interested in our company."
"I like the name. It is enough, no?"
I frantically shook my head. He leaned in, his hands on his knees.
"Fine. I'm supporting startups and investing my money. Happy now?"
"That explains it," I said, leaning back on the chair.
"So, sir, our company—"
"I know." He cut me off mid-sentence.
"Huh?"
"I said I know. I know it all." He smirked.
"Okay, yeah. You might be doing the research. So, do you have any questions regarding our company, sir?"
"Yes, I do."
I leaned forward to listen to him carefully.
"What if your business gets into debt? What will you do?"
I coughed.
"I'm sorry. That caught me off guard."
"Answer," he said, almost demanding.
"My company is my responsibility, and I don't run away from responsibilities. I will stand for my company till my last breath," I said confidently.
He smirked at my answer. He then signalled a guard, who handed him a file. He placed the file on the table and slid it across.
"Sign it."
"Is the deal finalized?"
He sighed. "Does it seem like something else?"
"N-no." I signed the contract after reading it thoroughly.
We stood up and shook hands.
"Congratulations," he said in a husky voice.
"Thanks."
I left with my colleagues, leaving the mafia alone with guards, knowing our professional lives were now tangled together.