After walking for a while, finally! Giorno could make out the construction
where he worked: a building where the bases were barely visible. Some
people with overalls and faces of resignation lined up in front, from the first
moment he was formed, to enter, he attracted the gaze of everyone who
knew him.
Not just because of the way he was dressed, but for the first time since he'd
worked there he had arrived early. Despite the fight; the time it took him to
change the loot and buy clothes and go to the stylist, he had managed to
arrive a few minutes earlier at his work, even he was amazed at how efficient
he had been.
His usual job consisted of helping with heavy construction tasks, those who
were builders. He was just a pack mule, but this time he wasn't wearing his
overalls, nor did he head to change like some did, instead he walked directly
to management.
-Good afternoon, how can I help you sir? The young receptionist, with a
simple appearance, brown skin and reddish hair, told her, who she was
carried away by his appearance and did not recognize him immediately. Then
when she saw her face, she blinked and with a surprised expression, seeing
Giorno so "elegant" she continued speaking: Giorno, is it you? Is everything
okay? Did someone die?
-If it were, he would come in black, don't you think? - He said, while he
approached her and supporting her hand in the reception of her, then he
leaned a little, slowly and gracefully, bringing her face closer to her.
The receptionist had seen him many times, and he seemed like someone
vulgar and stupid, but today he had a different demeanor, he was standing
upright, his smooth and elegant movements exuded security and conviction,
when he approached him, a shiver ran through her back and she couldn't
help but think that he really was a sexy man.
It seemed more like what would be expected from the owner of a company,
to that of the boy who yesterday had gotten drunk until he could not walk by
himself, and had to be taken, in the middle of the rain, by his companions to
his house . What's more, she hoped that today's hangover wouldn't allow her
to come to work, but there he was, looking into her eyes with a charming
smile and an aura of power that made him even more irresistible, so much so
that without knowing why, she blush.
-Giorno, you don't think you should be working and not wasting your time
with me, the receptionist told him shyly.
-Please, Giorno replied, in a polite but serious tone, I beg you to call me Mr.
De Santoro, Miss Beraza.
Despite his words, said with the aim of marking distance, between the two,
Giorno ran his free hand over the receptionist's cheek, a smooth and subtle
movement, but one that managed to make her shudder, the girl's body He
shifted a bit in the seat, being unable to remove that hand from his face. No,
it's not that he couldn't remove it, it's that he didn't want to remove it.
- Is it possible to see me for a few minutes with the architect? Giorno asked
her.
"Giorno ..." Giorno's fierce gaze froze her quickly, she corrected herself,
sorry, Mr. De Santoro, you know there is a regular conduit. The girl could
barely speak as she stared at this man's irresistible lips and she contained the
urge to bite them. Her assistants can't just come talk to her. For some reason
that she couldn't explain, she brought her face a little closer to him. And she
told him: that's what foremen are for.
-I'm aware of that ... Giorno, now he was whispering just millimeters from
her lips, feeling a soft minty breath emanate from her lips. However, there is
something that she would really be interested in hearing, something that
only I can inform her. He abruptly pulled away and stood up straight;
adjusting her tie while she sent him a lascivious look, in a very seductive way,
And she said: if you could help me, I would be very grateful.
"I'd love to help you," she replied, looking a little lost. Giorno walked around
the desk that separated them and sat on said furniture, just a few inches
from her, he crossed her leg and took her face again, the woman's gaze now
lost in the depth of the black her eyes.
- It has to do with the aqueduct permit that we have not yet been granted.
She nodded to all her words like a mouse coaxed by a hypnotic viper, it turns
out that I am a friend of the mayor's cousin and he agreed to help me. I
understand that there is a regular channel, even so, I am sure that you will
help me right?
-Yes, of course, Mr. De Santoro, replied the receptionist, completely
captivated, but if this is a joke they will fire you.
- Do you think I'm a joker or a buffoon? he separated from her, apparently
annoyed, moved away from her a little and, again, turned to look at her;
Clearly her response to her impact, the strength of her eyes and the security
of her voice, her posture, reflected that he was a completely different
person, the child trapped in the body of a man, whom she used to look at in
disgust.
-Okay, I'll announce it, please give me a moment. She took the phone and
after a few seconds someone answered on the other end. Yes, architect Mr.
De Santoro y Vega wants to discuss something very important with you. No,
ma'am, he is not the director of any company. No, he is not a politician
either. He's a ... helper. No please wait! it could really be important, it's about
the aqueduct permit. Yes he says he has a contact that could help us. Yes
ma'am I'll tell you to come in.
When Giorno heard the affirmative answer, she gave him a charming smile
and a wink of the eye, then adjusting her suit she walked to the management
with a firm step. Upon arriving in front of the door, he knocked 3 times and
waited for permission to enter and entered.
The office was modern and outrageously luxurious, with expensive paintings
and fine furniture. Two huge windows next to the glass and metal desk, on
the other side of the luxurious desk, was an amazing and attractive woman,
who unexpectedly seemed to be quite beaten. She had bandages on her
wrist and some bumps on her face. Giorno was surprised by her injuries, but
immediately ruled out family abuse or a fight, these types of injuries seemed
more to be caused by an accident.
The woman slightly raising her gaze from her, was surprised to see that she
did not enter holding her helmet in a shy and submissive way as even the
foremen used to enter. Rather, she literally stomped in and dressed like any
successful businessman. He was a tall man, slightly stocky from work, they
made him look slightly attractive, his clothes looked expensive, tasteful and
designer; His perfectly trimmed and groomed hair and well-groomed hands
and fingernails all added several points to his appearance. Yet the way he
took the first step from her, the way he led her, to extend her hand, as if he
spoke as equals, bothered him.
The force emanating from the man made her wonder: how the hell had she
gone unnoticed in his eyes until now. However, he did not shake the hand of
any subject who approached him, after all she was the owner of the
construction company and he was a simple assistant.
Giorno stood with his hand extended, apparently his experiments were a
success so far. Since he woke up, his inner suspicion that he returned with
some otherworldly qualities, he tried to test the receptionist with a passive
skill known as seductive aura, along with a skill called persuasion, and
somehow everything had turned out as expected in the other world , but
apparently the woman in front of him was not vulnerable to such tricks,
maybe she was a few levels above him, or maybe she was special in some
way, which made her immune to his abilities.
-Please, get to the point Mr. De Santoro y Vega- said the attractive woman,
with smooth black hair that descended like a dark waterfall from her
shoulders, with Asian features and porcelain white skin, stained by her
wounds. Her listless face was adorned with two huge blue eyes, with pink lips
that stood out subtly. Giorno had to admit that she was really beautiful, even
though she gave the impression that she should be in a hospital. Her beauty
was compared to the Elves and Nymphs from the other world, with whom
she had slept.
-Is the woman I work for so arrogant that she denies the greeting to another
person? Could it be that she thinks she is a goddess? Or will he believe that I
am of an inferior species?
She was startled, at those words. At that moment, the face of a man came to
her memory, without a doubt the most important man in her life. Obviously
there was no possibility that a person like the one in front of her, even
remotely, resembled him, even so, he had managed to remember it with her
words and that in itself had much merit.
- Sorry? - The beautiful architect appeared annoyed at the rude and
shameless response of that man, after all, it was not correct that she will
tolerate that an employee spoke to her like that.
However, Giorno did not flinch, she did not intimidate him one bit. Reacting
recklessly to someone like him didn't seem like a good idea to her. Just
looking at him, he could deduce that not only did he have good manners,
perhaps he was someone from a rich family who had fallen from grace or
something like that, a simple assistant would not have the presence that that
man had and not such elegant surnames, so he decided to stand up and
shake his hand while saying:
-I'm sorry Mr. De Santoro y Vega, you're right, it was rude of me, please
take a seat and I beg you to be brief.
-Good- said Giorno, I'll get to the point, how much are you willing to pay for
the aqueduct permit, if I gave it to you today?
"So this is all summed up" she thought, she knew that the mayor wanted 1
million dollars to give her that permit, a figure that she would not pay crazy,
however, she could pay 300 thousand or even 500 thousand dollars without
problems, if it was really today.
-I don't know ... how much her contact asks.
Giorno could see her body language, she knew that it had a price and an
expensive one from what he could deduce. When he wandered, for almost
ten years, with the Elf merchants, he had learned a couple of tricks of how to
negotiate with royalty, the first was to put them in a position of equals, never
negotiate with someone who feels superior, then take them out of their
comfort zone, that along with his aura of persuasion, and praying that their
lucky characteristics will somehow help him, he continued.
-My contact would do it for free, if I asked them ... the question is what do I
get?
The architect almost burst out laughing inside, how could that man say that
he would get that document ?, and for free! No doubt he was a madman who
had no idea how these "procedures" were done, but he held back and
blurted out a figure that an assistant like him would surely find exorbitant.
-50 thousand dollars- she expected him to open his eyes and almost fall off
the seat when he heard that figure, which she surely had never imagined.
However, he did not flinch, he looked at her intensely, while he crossed her
legs and then intertwined her fingers and leaned forward, staring at her, and
with a deep voice, he said, calmly:
-I see you don't take my offer seriously, I had spent more than half a
millennium in the other world; he knew when he was underestimated, most
of his life. In that other world, he had seen those eyes that looked at him as if
to say "this useless little creature could never do that."
In that room, the decoration cost more than 150 thousand dollars. If the
aqueduct problem were solved with $ 50,000, it would long ago have ceased
to be a problem. It was obvious that the value of that document would be at
least 10 times that figure, so I continued.
"If you don't make me a serious offer, it would be nice if neither of us wasted
time, then he stood up and headed for the door."
-Wait !, said the woman, who was now sweating, he had not even been
affected by that figure, that could only mean that that man had already had
that amount of money in his hands. She was sure that he had managed much
higher figures, now she had no doubts he was a boy from a rich family,
disgraced. There was a possibility that he actually brought the document,
something inside her was screaming it at him, and if he didn't bring it, what
could she lose?
-I'll give you $ 250,000 if you bring me the document today.
-How about you give me 50 thousand dollars, and make me a partner in the
project, I also want to be the director of the sales department.
The architect was surprised, blinked several times, analyzing the absurd
proposal and then said:
- I can understand about wanting a partner. And he stood up, although with
difficulty, because of his scars. And added: which by itself is ridiculous... That
project cost at least 25 million dollars, for be a partner you would need 2.5
million dollars minimun investment, and that just will do a minority partner,
of course. Despite his scars prevent him to move normally, he tried to hide it,
she stood erect in front of Giorno.
Gioro held the gaze, he can´t avoid to admire the blue eyes beauty, she
continued speaking.
- Do you really prefer to continue woeking as a seller, instead of receive 250
thousand dollars? furthermore, do you wish to be the sales director? In fact,
a very good seller would earn a much more in commissions than the sales
manager.
- Something that I learned in my short life, said Giorno while he
accommodated the tie, is that the money just is a small percentage of that
called power, said me architect, how many do you plan to spend on publicity
and sales?
- Usually we spend 20% on that.
- Well, I will send all condons and will do with 2% of the habitual budget.
Also, I´ll do alone, all sell commissions will be for me, with the remaining
money that I will save you, in advertising and employees, I will pay my entry
society. In case it doesn´t give results in the first 15 days, our agreement is
simply canceled and you can fire me. Further, the aqueduct permission
would only have cost you 50 thousand dollars.
This man had something that she had never seen in this world, maybe it was
ridiculous, but every time he reminded her more of that man she idolized so
much, for an instant she forgot that she was talking to a construction helper
and she felt that she was talking with someone that was beyond her
understanding. No, probably he was just a crazy talker, someone with some
egotistical disorder.
- Well, lord De Santoro, we have a treatment, now she was who extended her
hand toward him, he with a smile accepted it and took it soft. The first move
in his plan had been made. An emotion invadded him such force that he had
to contain the urge to laugh out loud.