3-Mystery dinner.

POV - Viktor Sorrentino.

THE NEXT DAY.

"Have you heard? Ms. Vitale and Mr. Ferrari were seen leaving the company together last night. I think they must be getting..." said one of the employees to another, without noticing that she was right behind.

However, that was not the most important thing, but the content of the conversation between them. "What the hell were Eleonora Vitale and Renzo doing together?" Clench your fists.

Another detail I noticed, it was almost noon and Renzo had not arrived until now. And yesterday, Vitale told me that he would have an appointment.

I can't, under any circumstances, let my best friend ruin my plans.

Go back to my office and close the door with force, completely angry and wondering what these two might be doing.

I walk around, scratching my beard. That's when the door is opened, revealing my best friend, one of the reasons why I'm grumpy.

"From the wrinkle on your forehead, I can guess that your morning is not one of the best." He comments relaxed, sitting on the couch.

"Where was I?" I ask in a stern tone. He frowns as if he doesn't understand, making me lose the little patience that remained. "Where the hell were you?" I held him by the collar and made him lift the force.

"Hey, calm down man! What you got?" He asks me trying to let go, until with too much willpower I let him out.

"I won't let you ruin my plan." Whisper.

"What do you mean? Speak clearly." Growl impatiently.

"You and Ms. Vitale, what were you doing?" I turn abruptly toward you.

"Oh, is that it? I should have asked right away." He sits back with a smile on his face as if he is remembering something. "I was with her this morning, accompanied her to the cemetery, it is the anniversary of the death of her mother and she told me that there was no one to accompany her, so I agreed to go." Sigh, calming me down.

"And yesterday? Why did you go out together?" I ask him.

"It was late for her to go alone and I offered her a ride." Then he grimaces. "Hey, wait! Why are you asking me so many questions?"

"Nothing, it's nothing! I'll only warn you once:" The eye with determination. "Don't mess with my assistant." Growl.

Renzo seemed incredulous by my words, and as curious as he was, would not ask me more questions. Because you have known me for a long time and know when I want to talk about something, and this is not the moment.

"I don't know what the problem is, since you never cared about it."

"Don't ask me questions, being my friend doesn't mean that everything I do is in your respect."

"Calm down, man, I won't ask you any questions. Now I'm going to go, or you're capable of all this bad mood picking on me."

"Idiot." I prayed to see you leaving my office.

You should not have spoken to him like that.

But what shit! He can not approach Eleonora, at least not for now! First I have to take her to the ball and who knows... To my bed.

(...)

POV - Eleonora Vitale.

Having the presence of Renzo was very comforting for me. I was thinking that it would not be easy to go alone, but when he said he would accompany me, I was relieved. It was seven o'clock in the evening, I was on my small sofa in two places. Watching my favorite show, anxiously waiting for the good guys to finally kiss me.

When I hear my doorbell ring, I get up going to the door. "What a hate! Who will be?" Eye through the peephole and almost fall back. "Renzo Ferrari!!! Heavens..." I watch the piece of cloth that I wore and run to my room, wearing a robe and giving a quick fix in my hair. He rings the doorbell again, making me run back to where I was. Then I slowly open the door, putting on my face the best smile I have. But I'm sure I'm grimacing. His eyes run through my body from top to bottom, causing me an embarrassing sensation.

"Good evening, Renzo. Come in..." I say his name because he asked me to call him that when we were not at work. I give him space and he enters my tiny apartment. "What can I do for you?"

"I came to invite you for dinner, and I apologize for being so short notice. I decided when I left the company and since I didn't have your contact information, I couldn't tell you in advance." Breathe. "So what do you say?"

"Of course I accept! After what you did for me, I have the feeling that I owe you something. And I couldn't make you this unmade." I smile amicably. "Wait for me here, I will prepare myself. From now on, I apologize if it takes too long."

"Don't be in a hurry, it's still early. Just be wonderful..." His last words come out whispered, causing me a shiver all over my body.

(...)

After a few long minutes, I was finally ready. I went to the room where Renzo Ferrari was waiting for me. And when he laid his eyes on me, he seemed to be surprised.

"Did I overdo it?" I ask him shyly.

"No, you're more than beautiful! It's just that..." he points to the eyes. "The glasses..."

"Ah... they are more for rest. And I'm so used to them, even if not necessary, I use them." I look at the clock, which already indicates eight o'clock. "So? Come on?" He nods and walks to the door, opening it for me. "Thank you," I say when leaving.

After making sure the door was locked, I kept the key in a jar so that I didn't lose it.

We left at last, the route was very fast. When I noticed, we were already in front of a very famous restaurant in the city, despite having recently opened. I never had the opportunity to come here, was nervous and eager to know the interior of this splendid establishment.

When we enter, I am amazed.

"What a beautiful thing!" I say looking at all the surroundings.

"Sir, ma'am." A waiter is coming to meet us. "We have a great place for your lady. Please accompany me..." He turns and we follow him until we stop at a place that offers access to a breathtaking view of the city. "Here are the menus." Give us.

Finally, we made our requests, Renzo looked carefully at the city, but his eyes soon found me.

"I don't know if you know, but the weekend will be the celebration of the company's anniversary. So..." He inspires and exhales. "Would you like to be my escort?"

I swallow daily at his invitation. I would love to go with him. However, my boss has already invited me. Ordered!

"My..." I sigh. "I would love to go, but Mr. Sorrentino asked me to go with him." His face closes and he swears something inaudible.

Someone clears his throat close to us and looks in the same direction. We met with Viktor Sorrentino and a blonde woman, who had no idea who it was.