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Someone got up to open the door and I introduced myself as what my boss told me to and came into the room. I looked around and scanned the room, all eyes were on me. Just great. I hate attention. Just kidding, I love attention when I actually need it to feel some sort of way but when I don't, it sucks. Like right now for example which explains why I'm just staring down at the floor waiting for people to mind their own business and leave me alone.

"You can sit there, it's not like he's going to show up anyway." The guy told me whispering the last few words under his breath. So far no sign of him, or anyone in his family. But that's a good thing why should I care. Why should I be looking. It's been 7 damn years but you... you Gabriella still haven't moved on...that's sad, that's so fucking sad and for another thing pathetic. A silly little relationship you had once in your life, shouldn't stay on your mind so much... you see this is why love is not trustworthy. Gosh who am I actually trying to fool? I love love, that little hopeless romantic in me is still alive. But the hopeless part is real so, no point in engaging any further. I breathed a tired sigh trying to get myself out of my damn head. Out.

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30 minutes later

It's now been 30 minutes and the meetings going well or at least I think so, I understand mostly the gist of what their saying which counts for something right! So I think that's good enough. I haven't gotten the chance to speak yet but maybe that'll happen soon. And thankfullyyy no Martini sisters or brothers are spotted yet which allows me to relax. I know that if I found Luciano, the secret would be out soon, he'd find out one way or another that I've been hiding his daughter away for ages upon ages without trying to even ring him up to deliver the simple and easy news.

A knock travelled through the room and someone stood up to get it. I turned my head to the door as the person opened it.

"Fai tardi. Hai dimenticato di nuovo la tua compagnia?" ("You're late.Did you forget your own company again?")

"Oh Martin, stai zitto." ("Oh martin, shut up")

I watched as this guy came into the room. Immediately, I felt my heart drop. The guy. This guy. That guy standing in the doorway people is Luciano? Oh fuck. Well isn't my luck just top notch lucky? I rubbed my eyes to see if what I was seeing was correct. Maybe his face is a common one here? But fuck he looks exactly like him...what do I do? Do I talk to him? Do I not? Does he still even remember me?

This must mean that he sits here then. I stood up and pulled the chair out for him. He had a kiss planted on his cheek and his unbuttoned exposed not one but two fucking hickies on his neck...great. I can't get even move on with my life but somehow he managed to.

It didn't take long for me to be running out of that room to find the nearest bathroom to throw up. Sadly however I hadn't made it in time and only managed to get half of it into a bin nearby the office. Fuck. I sat down next to the bin and just started crying feeling sorry for myself.

"Do you need a tissue?"

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