Page 74 of The Italian Obsession

I feel sick as I wait for the information.

The Ferrara Building is located in Milan and is the head office for Ferrara Industries.

Address: 330 Amaro Ave

Centro Direzionale di Milano

My eyes widen as I peer up at the glass tower. Holy fucking shit.

That’s his work building… are you freaking kidding me? I stare at the skyscraper, all trendy and perfect, cold and hard.

Suddenly, I’m furious. Furious that he’s such an asshole. The fact that he’s rolling rich is even more infuriating. Entitled bastard.

You’re just another desperate Tinder girl.

How dare he?

I square my shoulders and pull down my shirt. Not today, motherfucker.

Before I can stop myself, I march into the Ferrara building like a woman on a mission.

My step falters as I walk through a metal detector and past three armed guards.

Jeez, okay. I regain my bravery and walk up to the reception. The secretary smiles. “Ciao.”

“Ciao.” I frown. “Do you speak English?”

“I do.”

I steel myself. “I would like to see Enrico Ferrara, please.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but I need to see him.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ferrara only sees pre-booked appointments.”

“But is he in his office today?”

“I believe so. You will need to call ahead for a future appointment.”

“Call him,” I snap rudely. She stares at me. “You call him and tell him that Olivia Reynolds is here to see him.”

She frowns and exchanges a glance with the other secretary. Then she glances over my shoulder at the security guard who is suddenly behind me, eavesdropping.

“I’m sorry—” the secretary begins.

“I’m not leaving until you call him.”

She raises her brows and then picks up her phone. She waits as it rings.

“Ciao, c’è una donna qui che vuole essere presentata al Sig. Ferrara, dice che lo conosce. Olivia Reynolds.” Translation: Hello, we have a woman down here who wants to be announced to Mr. Ferrara, she says she knows him. Olivia Reynolds.

I twist my fingers nervously in front of me. My heart is racing, slamming so hard into my chest that I’m nearly breathless.

“Si, va bene.” Translation: Yes, okay.

“Miss Reynolds, can you turn and face the security camera, please?” She gestures to a camera at the side of us, mounted on the wall.