LITTLE MISS TRIP

With no care for the consequences of his actions, Angelo lunged forward, using his left hand to grab Sabastian and pin him to the wall, and looked at the old man dead in the eyes with his anger flaring.

"I can forgive a lot of things, but disrespect is not one of them. Before you talk about me marrying your daughter, I want you to remember that there's a faceless man or woman that is currently outbidding me on buildings, art, and you name it. You talk about me not being a man of my word, yet you have not fulfilled your promise" Angelo angrily reminded him. Sabastian fearfully stared back at Angelo who grinded his teeth in anger.

"And what promise is that?" Sabastian questioned Angelo, almost afraid to blurt out the question.

"You are a politician, and you promised to find me the person who is outbidding me; now, until you do that, you will always be my soon-to-be father-in-law. Now I suggest you go back to the party and entertain your guests." Angelo let go of the older man, who quickly fixed himself without saying another word but the fear in his face stayed like a stubborn stain.

Both Angelo and Tito watched as Sabastian walked by past them, shut the door behind him, and left the room. All was quiet now that Sabastian was gone but Angelo needed more than just the absence of his soon to be father in-law.

"Tito, just leave me; I want to be alone," he ordered.

"Sure, boss," Tito responded without pressing the matter. Once he had shut the door behind him, Angelo let out a loud, painful moan.

He pressed his left arm close to his chest and cradled it using his right arm; the pain that he bore was too much for him to bear, so he winced. For years he had been dealing with this pain, which very few people knew about, and he wanted it kept that way

With the pain slowly climbing the length of his arm, Angelo threw himself onto the office sofa and began inhaling and exhaling with the hopes that the pain would end.

**

Once again, Emily was thrown into the industry that she was fired from a few days ago; now she was serving at the house of her employer's soon-to-be father-in-law, and because Madam Dorothy had kindly asked her along with the other maids to assist.

"Hey you, come over here!" Emily turned her head to see who it was, and sure enough, it was some rich old man calling out to her. Internally, Emily wanted nothing more than to put him in his place, but she knew that doing so would mean that she might once again have no job.

"Yes, sir," she responded, holding a tray of drinks in her hand and attending to an old man who showed little to no respect for her as a person.

"I want to you take this tray to my office, you and you'll see a sign that reads, 'Office', I do hope that you can read?" He asked her. Hearing the chuckles from his group of friends, who clearly thought his joke funny, pierced a hole in her heart, but instead of reacting negatively, Emily nodded her head in agreement.

"Great, an important guest of mine is there, hand him a drink, he needs it more than anyone here" he ordered, turning away from Emily before she could respond.

"Will do" she responded under her breath before turning away and making her way to the office.

**

Standing in front of the entrance to the office, Emily contemplated whether she should knock on the door or simply enter without permission. Lifting her one hand, she knocked on the door a total of two times, and yet no one answered.

Thinking nothing of it, she pressed down the door handle and allowed herself in.

"Watch it!" Emily leaned forward to catch the glass of Champaign, but it was too late; it had already spilled over onto someone's suit. She lifted her head to apologise to the person on whom she had accidently spilt the champagne, and her pupils widened like a deer caught in headlights.

Angelo could not believe his eyes—the very same woman standing in front of him was none other than Emily. Her brown eyes pierced into his, and neither said anything to the other; they simply allowed themselves to become frozen in time and basked in the moment.

Sensing that time was passing, Angelo quickly stepped back from her and cleared his throat, whereas Emily crouched to the floor and picked up the glass from the carpeted floor.

Once she had gotten up, she saw that Angelo had removed his suit coat and was staring at her.

"I thought I told the job agency to make sure that you never got another job in this city again," Angelo told her, and the mere fact that he was not remorseful only added to her anger.

"Wow! You're not even going to deny it?" she asked him. Angelo simply stood there, pressing his left hand against his chest as though it were broken and needed support. By simply looking at him, Angelo did not look bothered, his facial expression uncaring along with his demeanour.

"Why should I deny it? Is there something that I should fear, you perhaps?" He mocked her and made sure she knew that by the curling of his lips.

Emily, calm down; he's not worth it. She calmed herself, knowing that one more outburst from her and Angelo might make sure that she never got another job anywhere else again.

"Mr. Angelo—"

"Its Mr. Sorrentino to you" He proudly corrected her. Emily swallowed her pride, seeing the smirk on Angelo's lips as he corrected her only made her angrier but once again, she refused to play into his game.

"Well then, Mr. Sorrentino—"

"That's much better" he interrupted her once more.

"I did not come into this room to look for you; I came to look for Mr. Winfield's son-in-law" she explained herself and immediately Angelo raised his eyebrows at her.

"You mean his soon-to-be son-in-law?"

"Yes, but why does it matter? He is marrying his daughter," Emily commented, as she was already annoyed with Angelo's outright arrogance.

"So where is this son-in-law of his, if I may ask?" Angelo questioned her. He began playing the game once he realised that Emily was unware that he was the so called son to be son in-law to the Winfield family.

"I don't know, but he is supposed to be here, but instead I find you" he told him, sounding disappointed with her outcome.

"You sound disappointed," Angelo told her calmly as he slowly dug his hands into his pocket, ignoring the shooting pain in his arm.

"Of course I am disappointed. You fired me because I stepped into your precious garden that no one ever sees you in, and now I find you in Mr. Winfield's office. Some guest you must be," Emily lectured him, but in the end, Angelo raised a questionable eyebrow at her as he inwardly laughed at how clueless Emily was.

Outwardly he looked cold and unfeeling, but inwardly he could not help but to smile at the sight of Emily. Although she was still upset with him, her anger only made her more beautiful.

Angelo, get a grip of yourself. He mentally warned himself, there were some roads that he could not travel down and one of them was entertaining the thought of being involved with a maid at his fiancés home.

"For your information, I did not fire you because you stepped into my private garden; I fired you because you did not know your place as an employee. I can see that being fired did not improve your attitude as you are still arrogant."

Emily had finally had enough of Angelo; her blood boiled so much that she began walking towards him in an effort to get closer to him and give him a piece of her mind. She tripped and fell forward, but was lucky enough that Angelo had caught her before she hit the ground.

Emily felt a fast thumping on her chest—a heartbeat, but one that was not hers. She looked up, and there was Angelo, looking down at her with a glint in his eye and his lips moist.