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It was always supposed to be her.
The father enters my office first. Knocking politely on the open door before stepping inside.
"Mr. Amalfi. I'm Franky Lennox. We spoke on the phone."
"Come in Mr. Lennox," I command and he steps deeper into the room. His wife walks more confidently behind him. I can see that she is the one who runs this family.
She is dressed in a white tweed suit accentuated by thick chunky gold jewelry that honestly looks like something my grandmother would have worn.
"Mrs. Lennox." I nod in greeting.
I sigh as she steps forward holding her hand out to shake mine. "It's such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Amalfi. Your photos don't do you any justice at all." She oozes fakeness as she continues to hold her hand out for me to take.
I ignore it, looking around her to catch a glimpse of their daughter. The girl they are trying to pawn off to me as a wife.
The girl steps out from behind her mother wearing a tight black dress that falls just above her knees and black high heels. Her parents step to the side of the room as I let my gaze run up and down her body. She is around the same age as Amelia.
"Turn around," I say, disinterested.
She turns around slowly. Her face was tight with nerves. Her long blonde hair was pinned up in big overdone curls.
"Walk across the room," I command gesturing for her to put herself on proper display.
She does so, then stops back at the point where she started, fidgeting with her hands. Twisting her fingers and shifting her weight from one leg to the other.
Her mother grins proudly as though she is presenting the most beautiful specimen in the world to me. As though there was no chance I would ever turn her daughter down.
But I've seen beautiful. I've met the most beautiful woman in the world, and this is not her.
This is not Amelia.
"I'll think about it." I wave my hand to dismiss them from my sight and return my attention to the paperwork on my desk, which honestly at this point is more interesting than what they are offering.
"Mr. Amalfi. Would you like to go to dinner tonight?" her mother starts talking.
"I said I would think about it. Now get out." I snarl angrily.
The family hurries out of my space and I take a heavy, annoyed breath of air. These people are constant. There is a string of daughters waiting to be sold off to me for alliances. Some powerful families, but not as powerful as I am.
Some beautiful girls, but not as beautiful as Amelia is.
There were times when I thought that she might be dead. Because it seemed impossible for her to disappear like that. But she wasn't dead. She was just out there in the world living her life, happily married to some other guy, having his baby, laying in his arms at night.
I snarl at the thought of another man touching her. I can't handle it.
There is too much going on in my head today. I actually just need to get home and have a drink before I lash out at one of my employees and cause more drama than I am prepared to deal with right now.
I grab my things and lock my office door behind me.
In the car, I turn my music so loud that it drowns out any thoughts that might want to creep into my mind.
I hate feeling agitated and all I've felt for six years is agitated.
Nothing brings me pleasure; nothing makes me smile.
But finding Amelia - now that is something I would find great amounts of pleasure in.
Finding Amelia will change my entire world because I will finally be able to return all the hurt that she left me with.
