I prayed to God to burn my enemies, so why is it my heart that burns?
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Midnight ... in the Serrani Castle... in the western part of Rome, an area forbidden to all civilians, belonging to the Serrani clan... the clan hostile to the Larsens... the enmity between these two families since time immemorial... between them blood... between them souls... and many painful memories... On the balcony of the upper floor of the castle overlooking a cemetery... yes... a cemetery where her beloved children lay sleeping in peace... Lady Rovinia gazed at her seven children, sleeping in eternal slumber.... Her gaze was blank and lifeless... death personified, yet in a living body... for her tears had dried up... Alejandro, her husband, approached her... in complete silence, he stared at her, then said, "It's going to rain... it's cold..." He beckoned her inside. She said, "Strange... even the rain from the sky cannot extinguish the fire burning in my heart..." Alejandro said, "It will be extinguished, Rovinia... it will be extinguished... I promise you... death is forbidden to me until I revenge us... my children, and all the great Serrani clan."
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Rodolfo said, "Sarah, bring me Milfredi." His personal assistant called Michelle Milfredi. He tensed upon hearing that he had sent his request, but he composed himself and stood before Larsen's office door. He knocked and entered. "You wanted to see me, sir..." Rodolfo was facing away from him, looking through the glass. He turned slowly and solemnly, his face still cold. "Michelle... how long have you been working for my company?" Michel replied nervously, "Twenty years, sir." so you know our company rules very well right? " Yes, of course, sir," the president replied. "Then you should also know that any loan taken from the company must be repaid within five years." Michel hesitated, then said, "For sure..." Rodolfo placed his hands on the desk and said, "Why the hell prolong this conversation then? What is the reason for your delay in paying your debt?" he replied. "I want to say... we went through a crisis that prevented us from paying it on time... but..." The president interrupted, "Since when do we care about your personal problems? Malfredi, the law is the law. You will pay the debt, or i will ..." Before he could finish, Michele interjected, "Sir, please... I know, I know everything, that's why I want your approval for this solution..." The president frowned. "A solution? Yes, sir. In fact , we cannot currently pay the debt in one lump sum. But... my daughter has suggested working here for ten months, and her salary will be used to pay off the debt, in addition to the money deducted from my wife's and mine's salaries monthly for the next five years... Please accept..." "I heard you resolved the matter before in the same way," Michele blurted out, gathering his strength. Rodolfo replied, "Um, yes, I did it once..." He thought for a moment, then added, "You have a daughter?" Michel said, "Yes, sir." "How old is she?" he asked. "Twenty-four years old." Rodolfo thought for a moment, then said, "She has a job interview tomorrow. If she's not qualified, she'll be rejected. Then... you'll know what will happen if you don't pay your debt" He gestured for him to leave the door. Malfredi bowed and then stepped out, wiping away the sweat that covered him, sweat he hadn't known he possessed, He went home, carrying that news to his small family.
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The next day
" Celia "
I woke up at six o'clock. My dad told me about the job interview. I chose classic formal wear because it was my favorite style. I chose slightly brown trousers with a elegant classic blazer. My outfit was brown, and I tied my long hair in a ponytail. Amazing!! , it seems to grow even longer! I love it. Its brown color matched my outfit perfectly. People I meet for the first time always ask me about my hair color number, o no, it's natural, I swear. This was my usual reaction . I applied light makeup to my hazel eyes and nude lipstick with gloss. I looked at myself in the mirror. Don't look, don't look, you'll faint! What beauty, girl! I was laughing; it's my habit every time I get ready. Okay, focus. I put on high heels and grabbed my bag. I looked at myself one last time. I was so different from my parents. They always said I looked like my grandmother. My parents were blonde with green eyes. As a child, I always complained about why I wasn't like them. I admired my mother's golden hair and her green eyesThe color of pistachios, as I used to call them. I went downstairs where my father and mother were waiting for me. The tension was as clear as day on her face. I tried to distract them, A daughter of this beautiful woman !!? My dad smiled and said, "mine!" i laughed and hugged them. "Listen, everything will be alright, I promise you," my mother said. "Promise us, my daughter, that you won't be reckless in talking to him." I rolled my eyes in boredom. This was literally the hundredth time she'd said it. "Mom, don't worry, I told you I'd be very professional. We'll go, he'll accept me for the job, we'll come back In this order, they sighed and then headed to the company.
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Rodolfo
The alarm rang, so I turned it off. I'd already been awake for an hour. I got ready, put on one of my formal suits, and applied my favorite cologne. A message arrived: we'd lost contact with one of our spies in Milan. A wonderful way to start the day! I turned off my phone and went downstairs. Aunt Anna, the head housekeeper, was there. "Good morning, sir. Your breakfast is ready," she said. "I won't be having breakfast today." Before I could leave, she stopped me. "Sir, what would you like for dinner to celebrate Alfredo's return?" I turned around, frowning. "Alfredo?" "Yes, he called yesterday to say he'll be arriving in Rome tomorrow." "Well, don't worry, I'll make a reservation for us at the restaurant." I nodded and left.
Alfredo, my little brother, and all that's left of my family, left for Russia 6 years ago, after that cursed night. His return surprised me, and... I was happy about it, because I had truly lost hope of his return. He was devastated inside; he just wanted to escape from Italy...
I arrived at the company. Sarah said, "Good morning, sir. This is your schedule. And... when would you like to have the job interview with Malfredi's daughter?" I stopped... I completely forgot about the curse... After an hour, call her.
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An hour later
The three of them were standing at the door of his office. When they were allowed to enter, they went into Rodolfo's office. "Good morning, sir," said Michel. Larsen was sitting dignifiedly at his desk. "Well, well," this is my daughter, sir." Rodolfo looked Celia up and down and then said, "Your daughter?" He seemed tired because she resembled neither her mother nor her father in any way. "Yes," replied Michel. "Well, Malfredi, you may leave, and let the person in question stay." They both nodded and left, leaving Celia inside. ", have a seat." Celia sat opposite Rodolfo. "So, your full name?" "Celia Malfredi," she replied. He gave her another scrutinizing look and then said, "A lawyer?" "No," she said. "A doctor."
" Doctors analyze data to reach a diagnosis. So, analyze your family's financial situation for me... How exactly did you reach this rock bottom?" She moistened her lips and said, "Well, life doesn't treat everyone the way it treats you." He smiled sarcastically Then he He said, "Making excuses based on circumstances is a characteristic of the weak." Exactly... that's why we face circumstances and don't run away from them; my sitting here in front of you is the best proof. " She said confidently, fixing her hazel eyes on his cold blue ones. He said, "Tell me, how will your scalpel help me when I need someone who understands the language of numbers to wipe out debts that haunt your family like their shadow?" She said confidently, looking at him without blinking, "Debt is nothing but financial bleeding, and I've spent years training to stop hemorrhages and heal wounds. I may not be an accountant, but I possess a level of discipline your employees lack. I will apply an 'emergency protocol' to your numbers until they are back to full health، In addition, "The scalpel you're referring to requires a hand that doesn't shake and a mind that calculates risks in split seconds. The language of numbers isn't harder than decoding the human body; both require extreme precision. If I can be trusted with people's lives, you can certainly trust me with your ledgers." Her response was like a bucket of cold water poured over Rodolfo's head; deep down, he was very impressed by her confidence. He nodded and then said, "Lawyering suits you too." She smiled confidently. "I could certainly be your lawyer if you needed me." He let out a laugh, then said, "No, I think I need your tongue to close deals and in meetings.
Celia smiled triumphan، " You have been hired... But there are rules you should know first. I think you already have a preconceived notion of how much we respect rules here. " Celia nodded Then, it's a follow-up; there's no part-time work here, and no personal excuses are accepted. How do you plan to manage your work? Celia replied formally, "I'm already aware of that, which is why I suspended my two-year internship to focus solely on work." He smiled contentedly and then said, "Meeting your parents in a work-related capacity is strictly prohibited, regardless of the reason. I don't want any disruption to the system due to a few exceptions." Rodolfo opened his desk drawer and took out a piece of paper. "Here's the contract then." Celia read the contract carefully under Rodolfo's watchful gaze, then signed it and fingerprinted it. Rodolfo smiled artificially. "You'll start tomorrow at exactly eight o'clock. I don't think I need to mention punctuality here." Good evening, Mr. Rodolfo Celia said this and left.
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