The Two Families

Chapter Three

"Understood Miss De Niro?" He repeated, eyes flickering down to my clothes before staring back into my eyes.

"Yes, Sir," I replied, squirming under his glare.

"If you are going to be my personal assistant, you need to look the part," he gestured to my clothes, "take the day to go shopping. I'll get my driver to take you."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he raised a finger to silence me before pulling out his phone. Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for him to close the phone.

He walked up to me, bending down until he was inches away from my face, "Don't roll your eyes at me, darling," He purred, smirking, "my driver is waiting down for you. Buy something pretty to wear for me."

He walked away, leaving me paralysed in my place. Clearing my throat, I tried to walk, legs shaky.

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I sat in the back of the sleek black car, on the soft leather seats, while the driver, whose name I read was Julian, drove to God knows where. I took out my phone, video calling my roommates, checking on them. Payton was the first to answer; she was in the back of a car, putting lipstick on.

"Hey!" She squeaked.

"Aarina, what's up?" My roommate, Amélie, asked, sitting on the couch, eating her cereal.

"Nothing much. I'm just going shopping."

"Shopping?! I thought you were at work?" Jian, my other roommate, questioned. She was putting make-up on her face, getting ready for work.

"I was at work, but my boss told me that I need to look the part, so he sent me shopping."

"Wow, okay, why can't I have a job like that?" Amélie pouted.

"Where are you going shopping anyways?" Jain asked.

"I..." I trailed off, "I don't know." I looked up at the driver, "excuse me, could you tell me where we are going?"

"Boss gave me the location. Don't worry Ma'am." The large man replied.

I looked back at my friends, shooting them a confused look. We continued talking for the remainder of the ride, saying goodbye when Julian opened the door for me to step out—looking up at the store names: Gucci, Chanel, Armani, Givenchy, Fendi, Prada, Versace. 

"Julian I-" I started.

He grunted, walking forward, opening the door to the first store on the right: Armani. Waiting for me to move, he took out a pocket watch.

Who uses pocket watches? 

I walked into the store, hesitantly, looking at all the elegant luxury clothes around me. Immediately, I knew I am not supposed to be here. I don't shop at branded stores. I notice Julian hand the clerk a paper, which made her turn to me, beaming.

After what felt like hours, I sat back in the car. Julian placed all the bags in the trunk of the vehicle before driving back to the office. I opened my phone, checking my messages. 

From: Unknown Number.

Do you like your new clothes, darling?

Heat rose in my face. I quickly saved the number as Boss before sending a quick reply.

To: Boss.

Yes Sir, thank you, but you didn't have to.

From: Boss.

Nonsense, I can't have my PA wearing thrift store clothes.

To: Boss.

Alright, but you shouldn't have bought me so many. I have over ten bags now.

From: Boss.

Don't tell me what to do Miss De Niro, that's my job. Go home. There is nothing for you to do today.

To: Boss.

Are you sure? 

Nothing. No reply. Groaning, I threw my phone on the seat next to me. Julain eyed me in the rear-view mirror. When he caught my eye, his stare shifted back to the road. Julian parked in front of my apartment building, getting down to open the door for me. He got out all the bags from the trunk, stumbling under the pile of boxes stacked on top of each other. I laughed, taking some boxes from him to which he grumbled.

"Help is good, Julain," I smiled.

Going up to my apartment, he placed the boxes and bags on the table, before saying goodbye. I began to take the boxes to my room. I heard a ping from my laptop. It was an email from Luka.

Dear Miss De Niro,

Every year I have an event at my house, hosted for investors and customers. I need you to attend it with me this year. Wear something pretty and short, to attract potential customers. I will send Julain to pick you up tomorrow at 6 pm. 

Kind Regards,

Luka Marino. 

"Something pretty and short?" I yelled out loud, "what does he think of me?"

Luckily for me, I had bought a dress around that nature. I began to put the dresses away in my closet. I had bought dresses, jewellery, heels, suits, blouses and pants. I planned the outfit for tomorrow in my head, before realising what is going to happen tomorrow.

I am going to Luka Marino's house tomorrow for an event.