Page 382 of Valentino

“I know.”

“Get out,” he screams as he loses all control.

“Fine.” I walk out and he slams the door behind me, it echoes through the whole of New York.

Jeez.

I sit for a moment,

Bang.

I jump when I hear something hit the back of his door; I think it was his pen holder.

Ugh….. he’s always so over the top.

Bzzzzz,

I push the button to answer my intercom, “Yes, Mr. Ferrara?”

“Get to work!”

I smirk, man…. I need caffeine, it’s way too early for all this drama.

I make my way to the kitchen, and I hear the elevator ding.

Gabriel comes flying out of his office like a hornet.

“There is a gas leak on this floor, go away,” he yells to Geoffrey.

“What?” poor Geoffrey stammers wide eyed. “Should I call someone?”

“I already have. Work from level two today,” he barks. “Tell everyone else from this floor to work from there too, put a note in the elevator.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose…. seriously?

This is going to be the day from hell.

I walk back out into the office with my cup of coffee.

“We need to work from level two today,” Geoffrey tells me. “There’s a gas leak.”

“Oh, okay.” I act oblivious. “I’ll grab my things.”

Gabriel narrows his eyes and points to his office, “A word Miss Porter,” he sneers.

Geoffrey looks between us in confusion.

“It’s okay Geoffrey, you go on without me. Mr. Ferrara has been sniffing too much gas, he’s having a meltdown.”

Geoffrey’s eyes widen as he looks between us, “Oh no. Should I call an ambulance?”

“Go to level two, Geoffrey!” Gabriel screams.

Geoffrey scrambles to get his things and half runs to the elevator.

I sit down and open my computer, Gabriel paces back and forth in front of my desk, his hands are on his hips, and his eyes are crazy.

“Fine, twenty percent pay raise, that’s it,” he snaps.