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Despite being a few years older than me, she often behaves like a playful and whiny teenager who knows exactly how to get what she wants. It’s both amusing and envious to witness her effortlessly work her way through life.
“You look almost normal today,” I couldn’t help but tease her as I glanced at her velvety, tight long-sleeve black dress and black high heels. “What’s going on?”
Her outfit today, while tamer than her usual attires, still screamed elegance—like she was headed to a cabaret or a Great Gatsby party, minus the feathers and shimmers. Compared to her typical bold choices, it seemed almost normal—well, by Jade’s standards, at least.
She chuckled, her eyes sparkling mischievously, as she flipped her silky hair over her shoulder. Then she turned around, revealing her backless dress that plunged so low I could almost see the beginning of her ass cheeks.
The audacious outfit left me in awe, her two dimples and a vibrant dragon tattoo on full display. The dragon, breathing fire, covered most of her back. Every time I saw it, goosebumps erupted on my skin. I couldn’t help but imagine the pain she endured for hours, maybe days, to get that striking piece of art etched onto her skin.
I gasped. “You’re crazy.”
“I know I have issues but hey, that’s why I am special, right?” She winked and blew me a kiss as the elevator doors opened.
“Why are you avoiding Angelo?”
Their mutual disdain was so blatant that I often wondered what happened between them. She must have some serious dirt, because no matter how much chaos she caused, he never dared to fire her.
Like last week when she threw her own surprise 28th birthday party at the museum, adorning some sculptures with clown masks and gowns, transforming the place into a whimsical circus.
Or the infamous incident when she “accidentally” spilled her entire cup of hazelnut coffee on his computer during an important meeting with the Spanish firm Brojer, crucial suppliers for Angelo’s new building in Washington. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife, but Jade stayed cool, flashing a sly smile as if it were all just a harmless mistake.
And who could forget the most scandalous act she pulled off in his office—hooking up with an unknown mover while he was away in Paris? She “forgot” or rather left behind her “tools”—a cheeky dildo and a pair of lacy underwear—on his desk as a playful, or rather provocative, reminder of her bold escapade.
“I’m not avoiding him. I just don’t want to see his ugly face at 9 in the morning. I mean, who knows? I might catch the plague just by looking at his evil face.”
“The plague?” I couldn’t help but laugh.
She shrugged, her grin widening. “I swear, Angelo’s like a walking cold virus waiting to infect everyone around him.”
“Am I, now?” A voice interrupted, and we both stopped in our tracks, freezing in place.
Of course, Angelo had to come and find us at the most perfect timing ever.
Screw my life.
“Go on, Miss Whitenhouse. Tell me how much I make you sick.”
Wearing a perfectly tailored black Dolce and Gabbana suit, sleeves casually rolled up, and a black Montclair watch that probably cost more than the entire building, Angelo Lazzio looked like he had stepped straight out of a luxury fragrance ad. His light brown hair shimmered under the hallway lights, and his dark eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Jade beside me.
For someone who supposedly never sleeps, his face showed no signs of fatigue.
I always found him cold, but today, the anger emanating from him was so intense and scary that I almost wanted to run away or hide behind Jade, who always seemed unfazed by his presence.
He had always been polite with me, barely talking unless necessary, and I honestly loved it that way. But right now, seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated.
Even in the midst of his anger, I couldn’t deny his undeniable charm, making it easy to see why some people were drawn to him, even if he was a walking cold virus to others. Jade’s words, not mine.
Jade’s mischievous grin didn’t waver. “Oh, you know, you kind of spread flu vibes around the office. Nothing too serious.”
Angelo’s eyes narrowed. “Flu vibes, huh? Is that your take on my professionalism?”
She shrugged. “I’m just looking out for the well-being of the staff. Can’t have everyone catching a cold, now, can we?”
“How thoughtful of you, Miss Whitenhouse. Your concern is truly touching.”
She crossed her arms. “Someone has to care, considering how often you’re absent.”
A tense silence fell between them, like invincible forces clashing for dominance. Jade’s eyes challenged him, her chest rising and falling faster. Angelo remained in place, his icy composure seemingly unshaken, though a flicker of frustration crossed his face as he wiped his lips irritably.
