The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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"Yes, Sir." He nods.

That's like it.

"Take a sit, Alexander." I gesture at the visitor's chair in front of my desk.

He takes a seat across from me, placing the files in the desk top.

"Now, tell me what is it you wanted to say."

"I wanted to inform you that those files that you gave, I have read them." He says, his tone has shifted from the friendly to a professional distant one.

Good.

"And?"

"And- I made the report. I have mailed it your office mail address." He says pushing the files toward me.

"You are quick for a beginner." I say examining the thickness of the files before putting them away.

"I worked with dad for a while in the summers." He volunteers.

None of what I need to know.

None of what's my business.

I give him a curt nod, pulling this morning's files left by my assistant.

Picking out the files of the Blu hotel upgrade, I slide the three thin files toward Alex.

"Go through the files and before you do ask my assistant for all the original files of the Blu hotel, then I would like you to get on the phone with Adrian DiMariano, who is handing the hotel at this moment and talk out the expenses and profits for our company." I say.

It was a big thing for an amateur.

But you do not learn until you fail and find out the ways not to fail by yourself.

At least that's what papa Marcus and Lorenzo taught me.

I do not hope for him to succeed this task.

As big as it was, it was just the Blue hotel.

There will be no loss, if there is no profit.

It was family business, anyway.

"Sure." Alex said pulling the files toward him, flipping through the pages.

"I would also need a taped proof of yours and signore DiMariano's conversation. Collateral proof." I said.

"Yes, sir." Alex said getting up to leave.

"And- take your time. Rest of this week if you will." I add. "And get a teacher to teach you Italian, please."

Alex gave me a nod with half a smile seeing himself out of the office room.

It was only the day before, in after noon, I got a mail from the Richardson company with a CV of Alexander Richardson, not so officially seeking help.

Later that evening, his father, Aron Richardson called telling me, his son wanted to learn the construction company way around business and he would be much satisfied if I took Alexander under my wing.

I did not have the slightest wish to do so.

I didn't want nothing to do with Aron Richardson or his sons.

That family in general.

I almost declined the offer.

Aron said, that Alex was already in Italy and he has already send us a CV via mail.

The mail that almost ruined my peaceful lunch with my woman.

I told him I wasn't hiring or babysitting or training at this moment or any moment for that matter and precisely- I didn't have time to waste.