CHAPTER 4

Chapter 4

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Third person POV

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She walked out of the building to her car, fuming.

"He had the nerve to threaten me huh?" She gritted her teeth and drove off.

Dahlia stopped at her favourite café to release steam. "One coffee latte please," she ordered and the waiter served her.

Ring!

Her phone rang, the caller ID showing bestie.

"Hello Lia."

"How's my girl doing? How was the interview? Did you get to see the ‘hot god’?" Thalia giggled. She was currently crushing on him.

"I am so not okay, the CEO of the company is Matteo fucking Silvetti, that son of a leperous donkey," she scoffed and Thalia giggled.

"The Matteo?" Thalia asked.

"Yes!," She said sourly and took a croissant from her packed lunch munching on it.

"Wow, that's a bummer, but he is sexy, isn't he?" Thalia asked giggling again, hot guys were her weakness.

"Goodness Lia, I thought you were my friend," Dahlia said as she munched on another croissant before sipping her latte. "I gotta go, see you at home." She hung up and continued eating while looking up on the Silvetti holdings corporations, not finding much on the internet.

It's like they hid themselves from the internet.

After eating, she drove home. On getting home, she packed her car and climbed up the stairs to her apartment block on the third floor. She unlocked her door and stepped into the house. "Finally! Feels good to be home," she inhaled the refreshing scent of home and walked into her room getting ready to bathe. After bathing, she wore a black baggy shirt and shorts and was searching for some chips when a knock came from the door.

"I'm coming, hold on", Dahlia took a bag of chips and strode to the door. Opening the door, she saw a mail man.

"Are you Miss Banks?" The mail man asked.

"Yes I am, how can I help you?" Dahlia replied airily and looked at the mail in his hand.

"There's mail for you, just sign here," the mail man handed a pen to her, she signed and collected mail from him.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure ma'am."

After the mailman left and she locked the door behind her, Dahliawas curious to know what was in the envelope. In the envelope was a big red EVICTION NOTICE written on the paper.

"WTF, eviction notice!!!" She exclaimed and began pacing about in the living room.

I have no job and Lia is already doing so much, I can't let her know about this, I will take care of it.

She exhaled and hid the envelope in her room.

Later in the evening, Thalia came home.

"Hmmm, what's that scent Dee?" Thalia asked and walked to the kitchen to meet Dahliawearing an apron and cooking something.

"Figured I could do the cooking today."

"But it's not your week yet, why do the cooking today?" Lia walked to the fridge and took an apple.

"First, I figured you’d be tired.."

"Awww, that's sweet of you."

"And second, to get my mind off what happened today," Dahlia sighed and continued stirring.

"What are you cooking?"

"Risotto."

"I bet it will be delicious, I'm already dreaming of it," she said in a dreamy tone and walked to her room to freshen up.

Dahlia laughed. "You bet...by the time you're done, you'll have your plate on the table."

By the time Lia was done, the table was set and they started eating.

"This is delicious." Lia complimented the food while wolfing it down.

"Careful or you will choke."

"Sorry but It's just too good." Lia swallowed. "After this, we will discuss subject x."

"What's subject X? Don't tell me you are still experimenting on that rat you found in your cupboard!" Dahlia exclaimed with wide eyes.

"No, not Nick, Matte...."

"You named the freaking rat and No, don't mention that dry ass guy," Dahlia interrupted and glared at Lia.

"What? It's not like I know what to call him, what should we call him?"

Dahlia thought and snapped her fingers, "I know, Dry ass," she smirked.

"Dry ass seriously?" Lia raised a brow at her friend. "Have you seen his ass before?"

"What? Ewww no, gross, that's so gross?" Dahlia scrunched up her nose, making a puking face.

"What's bad about his ass girl? I bet he has one hell of a sexy ass"

"Can we stop talking about his ass?"

"Not until you tell me what happened at the interview, lady," Lia defiantly said.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope."

"Ok, here goes nothing." She exhaled.