Growing sensation I

Elma had walked a short way out of the man's office when she decided on a U-turn which she made in less than a heartbeat. She needed to talk to him.

"Mr. Di Mauro," Elma said as she peeked her head inside the gigantic office, still standing by the way of the door. Riccardo was no longer in the heart of his ambiance, Elma observed.

He was merely a few away from her. The way he kept his gaze feasting on the outside view from the glass floor-to-ceiling window, made him look like a god. His side portrait looked well-defined. Elma let her tongue cliff to the roof of her mouth. She was gawking at Riccardo so seriously that she thought she could lose her job, right there on the spot simply for behaving so indecent. Indecent was how seriously she was eyeing her boss right now to the point of even chewing her lips.

He had the most beautiful face she'd ever seen.