Isla put on some background music a

Isla put on some background music as she surfed the Internet. It always helped her to think and calm down.
Ugh, she'd told off Sebastian Calendri, got all up in his space and everything. That had probably not been the best idea if she was trying to impress Arturo enough that he'd sign over her grandfather's business.
But, if what Orlando said was true, then they didn't much get alone either.
Of course, that didn't discount the fact they were still family, and it might not matter how much Arturo argued with him. He still might be majorly angry she had yelled at him.
She needed something to do to keep her mind occupied until he decided to get his ass here. So, she spent the next couple of minutes refreshing her memory on the Calendri's and what they looked like. Most of their pictures were taken a couple of years ago when the paparazzi were going even more crazy than usual to get their photos.
The Calendri's were damn near American royalty. Their wealth wasn't the most extravagant in the country, but they were definitely in the top 1 percent of the population.
No, what made them so beloved by the media was the fact that Vincenzio Calendri and his late wife, had been known for throwing extravagant balls, and not the sort to raise money for their favorite politician.
It was all charity work. The money went to school libraries, children's hospitals, women's shelters, health clinics, and a number of other places that were either in desperate need or weren't popular to donate to, or even both.
The couple had been loved the whole country over and hailed as the perfect couple.
All of that, until it had been discovered that Vincenzio was guilty of a number of affairs.
Which all came out during his trial for the murder of his wife.
The press hadn't just had a mild liking for the Calendri's then, they'd been like sharks that had scented blood.
It had turned into reality television that everyone in the country tuned in to watch as Vincenzio Calendri was accused and on trial for his wife's murder. When he'd been found guilty, Isla had been with Jane, watching on their television. She could still recall the sound of the people in the apartments next to hers as some of them cheered, and others roared.
She had heard there were parties and barbecues.
She'd felt bad for it back then, but she'd also been kind of relieved that Vincenzio Calendri would be going away, because when she'd heard about that, she'd been so sure it meant her grandfather, her mother, and her aunts and uncles, would all get their jobs back because Baciami Boutique would be returned.
Not so. Though the Calendri sons had been teenagers when the murder happened, they hadn't been children when the trial finally came. They'd been grown men, even the youngest of them. More than grown, their educations done with, they had experience in the world of business, and Arturo had immediately taken over for his father.
She swiped through the list of pictures. Some of them showed Arturo as very young when his mother was killed. Not a kid, but not yet a man either. She did the math on the dates, discovering Arturo actually wasn't a teenager when his mother was killed, but just barely twenty years old. Not much better. There was nothing better, actually.
Many pictures showed a wide-eyed, shell-shocked young man, still reeling from the fact his mother was gone and realizing death was not something anyone could come back from.
Especially with the terrible way she'd been murdered.
Isla's heart ached for him, for the younger Arturo in those pictures. She spotted Orlando in some of them, his face youthful, showing him as a boy of thirteen or so. Silvio had been seventeen when it happened. Children weren’t supposed to have their pictures taken, but someone had snapped these, and once something was put on the Internet, everyone knew it stayed there forever.
The press hadn't given the boys much mercy whenever they'd dared to go out in public.
Sebastian, the only blond, hadn't been in any of the pictures.
As the trial went on, the pictures of Arturo showed someone much different than the scared, stunned young man from the other photos. In these, he was a man with his shoulders filled out, his back straight, and his dark eyes hard and fearless as he watched his father answer questions and deny what he'd done.
The earbuds in her ears were so roughly yanked out, that the lack of music was more of a shock than anything else.
Except for Arturo's irritated voice coming from right next to her. "Doing a little research, I see."
She damn near jumped right off the bed, and her iPad certainly went flying. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He reached his hand up and effortlessly caught the flying tablet before it could crash onto the floor and break.
Her heart raced too damned much for her to be overly impressed by that.
Arturo's dark eyes stared at her. He wasn't glaring. He didn't look remotely angry, considering what he'd just caught her doing,

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Isla mengenakan beberapa musik latar belakang seperti dia berselancar di Internet. Itu selalu membantunya untuk berpikir dan menenangkan.Ugh, dia telah memberitahu off Sebastian Calendri, mendapat semua dalam ruang dan segala sesuatu. Yang mungkin tidak pernah ide yang terbaik jika dia berusaha untuk mengesankan Arturo cukup bahwa ia akan menandatangani lebih dari kakeknya 's bisnis.Tapi, jika apa yang dikatakan Orlando itu benar, maka mereka tidak banyak mendapatkan sendirian baik.Tentu saja, itu tidak DISKON TERBAIK untuk fakta mereka masih Keluarga, dan itu mungkin tidak peduli berapa banyak Arturo berdebat dengannya. Dia masih mungkin majorly marah dia telah berteriak kepadanya.Dia membutuhkan sesuatu untuk dilakukan untuk menjaga pikirannya diduduki sampai ia memutuskan untuk mendapatkan pantatnya di sini. Jadi, ia menghabiskan beberapa menit menyegarkan ingatannya pada Calendri dan apa yang mereka tampak seperti. Sebagian besar foto-foto mereka diambil beberapa tahun yang lalu ketika paparazzi akan lebih gila dari biasanya untuk mendapatkan foto-foto mereka.Calendri adalah sialan dekat American royalti. Kekayaan mereka tidak yang paling mewah di negara, tetapi mereka pasti di atas 1 persen dari populasi.Tidak, apa yang membuat mereka begitu dicintai oleh media adalah fakta bahwa Vincenzio Calendri dan istrinya akhir, telah dikenal untuk melempar bola boros, dan tidak seperti untuk mengumpulkan uang untuk politisi favorit mereka.Itu semua pekerjaan amal. Uang pergi ke perpustakaan sekolah, rumah sakit anak-anak, tempat penampungan perempuan, klinik kesehatan, dan sejumlah tempat lain yang baik membutuhkan atau tidak populer untuk menyumbang ke, atau bahkan keduanya.Pasangan yang sudah mencintai seluruh negeri selama dan dipuji sebagai pasangan yang sempurna.Semua itu, sampai ia telah menemukan bahwa Vincenzio adalah bersalah dari sejumlah urusan.Yang semuanya keluar selama masa percobaan pembunuhan istri.Pers tidak hanya punya keinginan ringan untuk Calendri itu, mereka telah seperti hiu yang telah beraroma darah.Itu telah berubah ke realitas yang semua orang di negara disetel untuk menonton sebagai Vincenzio Calendri dituduh dan diadili untuk pembunuhan istrinya. Ketika ia telah ditemukan bersalah, Isla telah dengan Jane, menonton di televisi mereka. Dia masih bisa mengingat suara orang-orang di apartemen di sebelah miliknya karena beberapa dari mereka bersorak, dan lain-lain raung.Dia mendengar ada pihak dan barbekyu.Dia akan merasa buruk untuk itu kembali kemudian, tetapi dia juga telah jenis lega bahwa Vincenzio Calendri akan terjadi, karena ketika dia mendengar tentang hal itu, ia telah begitu yakin itu berarti dia kakek, ibunya, dan Bibi dan paman, semua akan mendapatkan pekerjaan mereka kembali karena Baciami Boutique akan dikembalikan.Tidak begitu. Meskipun anak-anak Calendri telah remaja ketika terjadi pembunuhan, mereka belum pernah anak ketika sidang akhirnya datang. Mereka telah tumbuh laki-laki, bahkan yang termuda dari mereka. Lebih dari tumbuh, pendidikan mereka dilakukan dengan, mereka memiliki pengalaman di dunia bisnis, dan Arturo segera mengambil alih ayahnya.She swiped through the list of pictures. Some of them showed Arturo as very young when his mother was killed. Not a kid, but not yet a man either. She did the math on the dates, discovering Arturo actually wasn't a teenager when his mother was killed, but just barely twenty years old. Not much better. There was nothing better, actually.Many pictures showed a wide-eyed, shell-shocked young man, still reeling from the fact his mother was gone and realizing death was not something anyone could come back from.Especially with the terrible way she'd been murdered.Isla's heart ached for him, for the younger Arturo in those pictures. She spotted Orlando in some of them, his face youthful, showing him as a boy of thirteen or so. Silvio had been seventeen when it happened. Children weren’t supposed to have their pictures taken, but someone had snapped these, and once something was put on the Internet, everyone knew it stayed there forever.The press hadn't given the boys much mercy whenever they'd dared to go out in public.Sebastian, the only blond, hadn't been in any of the pictures.As the trial went on, the pictures of Arturo showed someone much different than the scared, stunned young man from the other photos. In these, he was a man with his shoulders filled out, his back straight, and his dark eyes hard and fearless as he watched his father answer questions and deny what he'd done.The earbuds in her ears were so roughly yanked out, that the lack of music was more of a shock than anything else.Except for Arturo's irritated voice coming from right next to her. "Doing a little research, I see."She damn near jumped right off the bed, and her iPad certainly went flying. "What the hell are you doing here?"He reached his hand up and effortlessly caught the flying tablet before it could crash onto the floor and break.Her heart raced too damned much for her to be overly impressed by that.Arturo's dark eyes stared at her. He wasn't glaring. He didn't look remotely angry, considering what he'd just caught her doing,