(Renata Pellegrini)
Who would have thought, I am actually stepping into the headquarters of the company Computing Diamond. Currently occupying the fifth place in the ranking of the most profitable companies in the world. And its owner, occupying the first place in the ranking of the richest man in the world, having a fortune of over $359 billion.
Suspicious, how come his company is fifth and he is first? Well, he must have investments in other fields besides his own company.
This is none of my business, I have seen so many advertisements of the computers and their operating systems created here, the cell phones, smartphones and smart tvs sold with Computing Diamond systems are some of the most expensive on the market, my consumption dream was to have a notebook from Diamond line (both its physical structure, as well as all the circuits were created and produced in this very company). Who knows, as I now work here, maybe I will get some discount when buying.
My profession is systems analyst, I studied for four long years, but now here I am, as a cleaner. At least I'm working for one of the biggest companies in the world, and I'm sure the salary is good. At the end of the day, I will look for Veronica to settle the outstanding issues and sign my work permit.
"Good morning, could you tell me where Mr. Valentini's office is?" I ask a young woman.
She is dressed in a pencil skirt, a white shirt, and her hair is tied up in a high bun. She's very pretty and unlike Veronica, she doesn't look down at me.
"Good morning, are you new here?" she asks nicely, I like her.
"Yes, I was hired a few minutes ago."
"I see, my name is Sophie, I am Mr. Lucas Parmanel's assistant, what is your name?"
Lucas Parmanel. I looked him up on the Internet. He is the vice-president of this company. The gossip sites say he is a womanizer, but his intelligence is second only to the CEO's. The rough idea of the Diamond line notebooks were thought by Lucas, Filippo improved them and put them into practice.
"Renata Pellegrini, nice to meet you," we shake hands. At least one person in this company is kind.
"Welcome to the Diamond family, that door at the end of the hall is Mr. Valentini's, there, the extra key to the door is under the rug" he guides me and mentally I thank God for putting him in my way.
"Thank you very much," I thanked him and walked to the door.
What a big door, mirrored glass, all very fancy.
I am not an envious person, but I wish I was dressed like that girl. I studied to go to work in those kinds of clothes, but look how I am. Wearing a cleaning uniform, cleaning and dusting, I studied so much... I left everything behind, could I get a better job in Brazil?
I enter the room, it smells like money, the cream colored walls are well lit, on top of the large rectangular table are several papers, a computer from the Diamond SX line, behind the table a large padded chair. I'm sure that this room alone is worth more than my life. I observe the bookcase full of trophies and whiskey bottles of various types, there are also several picture frames with huge photos, I take one of them in hand and look closely at my boss, here he is even more handsome than in the magazines and gossip sites, the full dark eyebrows and frowns gave him a bad face look.
I put the portrait holder in place and immediately began my work. I observe another bookcase, where there are several types of weapons. I imagine they are plastic, I have never seen these models. What kind of boss collects weapons in the company where he works?
I take the duster and start to remove the dust, being very careful not to move anything. Then I organize the table and pick up the little balls of paper from the floor. I decide to open one of these little balls, is this a weapon design? Meticulous drawings of each part, did Mr. Valentini draw it?
What an ugly thing to do, looking at your boss' things, that's not what your mother taught you, my conscience scolds me, I crumpled the paper again and threw it in the trash bin.
The room was not as dirty as I thought, I used the vacuum cleaner on the two-seater sofa next to the door and on the floor, finally only a little red stain remains on the top hat. I take the damp cloth and get down on my knees, I start to rub the stain hard, but it is too persistent.
You won't be able to beat me, you stupid stain! I bend over even more and put even more force into scrubbing.
"Who are you?" an extremely deep male voice speaks behind me.
My heart feels like it is going to come out of my mouth, what a day Lord, what a day... Why do I have to be so unlucky?
I turn around, Mr. Filippo is looking at me with a frown, and just like in the picture, he has the look of an evil man, all my danger alerts are firing inside my head, my blood is freezing, I can't take my eyes off his deep, deep gaze. Can he see my soul?
"Are you going to stay there on the floor, ragazza?"
"N-no, sir," I stand up and adjust my apron in an attempt to look as presentable as possible.
Suddenly this room seems to have gotten so small.
"Who gave you permission to enter my office?"
Why do I feel so intimidated? What is it that exudes from this man? Rather, what has happened to my voice?
I feel as if I am being caught doing something wrong, and he is going to punish me. My fingers tingle.
"Sir... Clean... Stain... Sorry, I…" damn, I'm so nervous that my voice is shaky and my sentences come out all disjointed.
"Be clear, damn it! Who do you think you're talking to?" he shouts and approaches me, I take steps back. I feel that this man could kill me!
My whole body is trembling, I'm afraid, today should be a day of joy, but it is only coming trial after trial. When will this end?
Veronica enters the room with a big smile on her face, taking Filippo's attention away from me.
When she sees me, her smile dies and she gives me a deadly look.
Oh my God, I'm going to be fired... My portfolio hasn't even been signed... I've only worked for ten minutes and I've already lost everything, I think.