“Arturo Calendri will return shortl

“Arturo Calendri will return shortly. I was told to make you as comfortable as possible until he arrives,” Martina said, and Isla was so stupidly happy to see the woman smile at her again that her stomach fluttered. She seemed genuinely nice. No woman could fake a smile like that for long. “Also, please don’t mind Robert. The men were told not to speak to you unless absolutely necessary. They get a little nervous around Mr. Calendri.”
“They do?”
Isla and Martina rounded a corner.
“Not because there has been any violence against the staff, please do not mistake me,” Martina said.
“Oh, I wasn’t thinking that.”
The smile on Martina’s face told her that her little lie wasn’t being eaten up.
“Well, regardless, it’s the truth. Things have just been somewhat tense with the staff ever since the incident with Arturo’s mother.”
“I heard,” Isla said.
“Mr. Calendri is nothing like his father.”
“I know.” She didn’t hesitate, because she did know that much about him. At least when it came to what his father had done. That had been in the gossip grapevine for a long time. Everyone knew about how much Arturo hated his father with a passion.
What she was really hoping for was that Arturo wouldn’t be like his father when it came to matters of business. She was intent on getting Baciami Boutique signed back over to her grandfather.
“I’m glad you know that,” Martina said. “However, it is something of a delicate subject. I should not have to mention it, but do not bring it up to him.”
“I won’t,” she promised. There was definitely something about this woman that made her want to be on her best behavior.
Then she realized something. “Hey, you said the men were told not to speak to me unless absolutely necessary?”
“Yes?”
“Well, and I’m not ratting him out or anything, but Sam was talking to me. Why does he get to do that but the others don’t?”
Martina just smiled again. “Sam does as he pleases. He’s not frightened of Mr. Calendri.”
Interesting.
“This will be your room,” Martina said. She opened a dark mahogany door—probably solid wood and everything—to what had to be one of the nicest bedrooms she’d ever seen. It was top-end hotel quality nice.
A hotel for mega-rich people. Not normal rich, but mega-super-billionaire rich.
That shouldn’t be impressive to her. Why was that impressive to her?
She stepped inside. Everything was neat and clean, with the scent of air freshener like the hotels used as well. This room must’ve received fresh brushing off before she’d come.
“I trust everything is to your liking?”
Isla moved to a door that she thought would be the bathroom, just to open it and find a massive, brightly lit walk-in closet.
She gasped. “Yes, it’s great.”
She wished she had a closet like this back at the apartment she shared with Jane. She didn’t even have a closet like this back at her parents’ house.
Down, girl, stop drooling. You can’t fill it up with your own stuff anyway.
For one thing, it wasn’t like she was living here. This wasn’t her closet, so there was no need to fill it with a ton of clothes that she didn’t have. What she’d brought might be able to fit nicely in the corner without being too obvious.
She shut the door and took a quick look around. Scanning the room with her eyes. Tall, canopy bed. Ceiling-high windows again, with more raw-silk curtains. Despite the impressive closet, there was also a gorgeous wardrobe and matching dresser. There was another door. She was guessing that one led to the bathroom.
“The boys should be up with your things,” Martina said, frowning and turning back. “I don’t know what could be keeping them.”
A crash sounded downstairs. It was so unexpected that she jumped. Angry, super pissed-off shouting followed from a man who was not Arturo.

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"Arturo Calendri akan kembali segera. Saya diberitahu untuk membuat Anda senyaman mungkin sampai ia datang,"Martina berkata, dan Isla adalah sangat bodoh senang melihat wanita itu tersenyum padanya lagi bahwa perutnya terbang. Dia tampak benar-benar bagus. Tidak ada wanita bisa palsu tersenyum seperti itu untuk waktu yang lama. "Selain itu, harap tidak keberatan Robert. Orang diberitahu untuk tidak berbicara kepada Anda kecuali mutlak diperlukan. Mereka mendapatkan sedikit gugup di sekitar Mr Calendri.""Mereka lakukan?"Isla dan Martina dibulatkan sudut."Bukan karena ada kekerasan terhadap staf, Harap jangan kesalahan saya," kata Martina."Oh, saya tidak berpikir itu."Senyum di wajah Martina's memberitahunya bahwa dia berbohong sedikit tidak dimakan."Yah, terlepas dari itu, itu adalah kebenaran. Hal-hal hanya telah agak tegang dengan staf sejak insiden dengan Arturo's ibu.""Saya mendengar," kata Isla."Mr Calendri adalah tidak seperti Bapa-Nya.""Aku tahu." Dia tidak ragu, karena dia tahu banyak tentang dia. Setidaknya ketika datang ke apa yang ayahnya lakukan. Yang telah di grapevine gosip untuk waktu yang lama. Semua orang tahu tentang berapa banyak Arturo membenci ayahnya dengan penuh gairah.Apa dia benar-benar berharap untuk adalah bahwa Arturo tidak akan seperti ayahnya ketika datang ke masalah-masalah bisnis. Dia adalah maksud mendapatkan Baciami Boutique masuk kembali ke kakeknya."Aku senang Anda tahu bahwa," Martina berkata. "Namun, itu adalah sesuatu yang merupakan topik yang sensitif. Aku tidak harus menyebutkan itu, tapi tidak membawa itu dia."“I won’t,” she promised. There was definitely something about this woman that made her want to be on her best behavior.Then she realized something. “Hey, you said the men were told not to speak to me unless absolutely necessary?”“Yes?”“Well, and I’m not ratting him out or anything, but Sam was talking to me. Why does he get to do that but the others don’t?”Martina just smiled again. “Sam does as he pleases. He’s not frightened of Mr. Calendri.”Interesting.“This will be your room,” Martina said. She opened a dark mahogany door—probably solid wood and everything—to what had to be one of the nicest bedrooms she’d ever seen. It was top-end hotel quality nice.A hotel for mega-rich people. Not normal rich, but mega-super-billionaire rich.That shouldn’t be impressive to her. Why was that impressive to her?She stepped inside. Everything was neat and clean, with the scent of air freshener like the hotels used as well. This room must’ve received fresh brushing off before she’d come.“I trust everything is to your liking?”Isla moved to a door that she thought would be the bathroom, just to open it and find a massive, brightly lit walk-in closet.She gasped. “Yes, it’s great.”She wished she had a closet like this back at the apartment she shared with Jane. She didn’t even have a closet like this back at her parents’ house.Down, girl, stop drooling. You can’t fill it up with your own stuff anyway.For one thing, it wasn’t like she was living here. This wasn’t her closet, so there was no need to fill it with a ton of clothes that she didn’t have. What she’d brought might be able to fit nicely in the corner without being too obvious.She shut the door and took a quick look around. Scanning the room with her eyes. Tall, canopy bed. Ceiling-high windows again, with more raw-silk curtains. Despite the impressive closet, there was also a gorgeous wardrobe and matching dresser. There was another door. She was guessing that one led to the bathroom.“The boys should be up with your things,” Martina said, frowning and turning back. “I don’t know what could be keeping them.”A crash sounded downstairs. It was so unexpected that she jumped. Angry, super pissed-off shouting followed from a man who was not Arturo.