You Are Fake!

Damn! The man was so terrifying! Shirley couldn't help but shiver at Vincenzo's cold expression. He looked like someone who was angered from home. Could it be that he quarreled with Ariana?

Shirley walked inside the room, swallowing her fear. She took a deep breath then walked inside, wearing a forced smile. She couldn't even fake a real smile!

"Good morning, sir. I am sorry for barging in on you," She said, nervously as she tried hard to get away from his hostile gaze. Why doesn't she get used to his cold ways?

"Welcome, please have a seat," Vincenzo calmly replied. One could see the curiosity in his eyes but the cold and expressionless face denied people from seeing that.

"Martin told me that you wanted to tell me something important." He started.

He closed the file he was going through then leaned against the office chair. His probing eyes rested on the woman before him. Even if Martin hadn't told him she wanted to see him, he would have called her over. Ariana was acting suspic