She Was That Type Of Person.

“So, let’s get this straight,” Melanie’s voice boomed from the video call she was currently having with Amara. “You’re throwing a welcoming party and you want us to fly all the way to Italy?” Amara nodded her head, but didn’t bother taking her gaze off the papers in her hands. They were company documents, the most important ones, as Lorenzo had dimmed them. If she wanted to know everything about their headquarters before taking the seat of CEO, she’d have to be aware of how the company ran. And she was hell bent on learning that. “That’s right,” She spoke. “I’ll arrange for my private jet to pick you up and I’ll even arrange for a place for you to stay and-“ Suddenly realizing that Melanie had gone silent, Amara stopped talking and looked up from the documents in her hand. Melanie sat with her hands crossed and an expression of amusement plastered across her face. “Go on,” She encouraged. “I’m listening.” Her words, especially the way she said them, made Amara conscious of all she had