Bellator

1| Life.

10 October 2019, Moscow Russia.

           ALTHEA VOLKOV

The air came through from the open window letting me experience the autumn feeling as i sigh in content.

I drop the papers in my hand on the desk while taking of my glasses, i stand up and head towards the open window as more air came through blowing my hair away.

I could see whole Moscow from here, and god was it beautiful.

I turn around putting my glasses in it's cover throwing it in my hand bag while collecting the paperwork that doesn't seem to end to take it back with me at home.

After i finished organizing everything i close the window and locked it and made my way to the door closing it behind me and the lock automatically ticks and 'closed' is showed on the screen that allows you to enter.

I walk through the corridor my heels ticking on the floor as i make my way towards my assistants office,Clara.

"You can leave early today." i inform her as her office door was already open, as she hears my voice she looks up and smile at my words "sure thanks" she replied and i nodded my head and left.

I took the elevator down to the garage and got in my car. As i made my way back home i put on some music and rolled down the window letting the wind in.

I am Althea Volkov i own on of the biggest companies around the world. "Pro.Cura" which translates "for you interest", it's mostly in Russia, Spain, Greece, Germany, Us, Uk, Italy and France. I am working on expanding it to other countries.

I am a billionaire, speaking of that i do have a shoot soon it's for the youngest billionaire, and thats me.

No one really knew my age but i have been working hard this past month about revealing my identity to the world, my age came out first for the rest of the world it looks like it as leaked but that was my intention.

I wanted them to think that, because by doing that it attracts more attention and that makes it more exciting for the reveal.

"Pro.Cura" has its two sides, its a brand. I love designing, i design all types of cloth with all types of prices anyone and everyone can buy from my brand and thats exactly my goal. I also make jewelry, everybody waits for my collection to drop, that of course puts a lot of pressure on me to always have to come up with new designs ones that no one have ever seen before.

And believe it or not i do come up with new ones every time and that's how my company got famous by being nicknamed 'the unique brand' and every time i hear it, it satisfies me to the fullest.

The other side is quite different, Motorcycle's. Yes my love for bikes will forever be there it's an obsession i tell you.

I get out of my thoughts as i see the big black gates that has 'VOLKOV' written on it as the guards see my car they open the gates and i nod at them passing.

Finally, i am home.

                               •$•

I was now sitting in the living room, doing paperwork that doesn't seem to end with my cup of milk-tea and the tv was on as back-round noise don't even ask me why because I don't know either.

The ringing of my phone took my attention of the paper as i look at the caller id 'papa💗' it read as a small smile went to my face.

"Bonjour papa" i said through the phone "Bonjour tela" he said and as i heard his voice my smile grew.

"como te trata paris"i asked "Muy bueno tela" he replied "que bueno, de todos modos, sabía que me llamarías, por supuesto que me extrañaste, la diversión de París no es nada comparada conmigo, ¿verdad?" I said as i heard him laugh on the other side and somehow if that's even possible my smile just grew.

(Spanish: how is Paris treating you/ very good tela/ thats good, anyways i knew you would call me of course you missed me, the fun of Paris is nothing compared to me right?)

"Claro que nada se compara contigo mi tela" he said with a slight chuckle as i hummed "De todos modos, hay algo importante por lo que te llamé." He said with slight seriousness "go on papa" i said "i heard that the Wilsons died today morning" he said.

(Spanish:Of course nothing compares to you my tela/ anyways there is something important i called you about.)

And silence was followed by me "wait what?" I asked through the phone as i took my laptop that was beside my milk-tea on the table and searching about what papa said.

Speaking of my milk-tea it's really feeling abandoned right now and-
Focus.

"It's true" i said through the phone as the information was confirmed " well you have to go there to not raise any suspicion" papa said "yeah i know" i said with a heavy sigh.

We continued talking just about what has been up and soon we hung up.

Let me introduce to you Nicolàs De León, my papa. The Spanish mafia don has three sons and one daughter that being me, i mean not by blood but family isn't by blood so yeah.

I encouraged him to go on a vacation, and what's more of a great vacation if it isn't in Paris so yeah he's there and he's enjoying it like he should.

Anyways me having a big company and a lot of competitors, i had to have a guardian and having papa as mine legally would have made some troubles, one everybody knows he only had three sons and if he was my Guardian legally it would make unnecessary problems in the mafia i had to be announced and get the Spanish tatto on me and all of that shit.

So we went with another choice, the Wilson's we paid them to adopt me and keep their mouth shut and they didn't have a problem since i wouldn't be on there backs or living with them and they were getting paid, but guess what they died yup they couldn't wait one more year...and a half.

I sigh as i make some calls while drinking my Milk-tea.

•$•

I just reached the airport or to be more clear my airport, it was 9pm now and i was walking carrying my duffel bag on my shoulder along with a backpack and my suitcase on the rolls as the guards saw me they quickly came to help.

I let them take the suitcase and the backpack while i left the duffel bag with me.

I have my own jet and that just frees me from going through the checkup.

I get on the plane as the guard put my bags on there too, i make my way to a seat getting comfortable on it as it will be long flight.

New York here i come.

•$•

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Words: 1200.

Written: 5-1-2022.
Re-written: 26-8-2023.