Third Person POV

Giovanni clenched his fist secretly with gritted teeth as he saw Beatrix entering with the familiar man.

'How come that idiot is her client?' He asked himself.

He was fucking angry until an idea pop up on his bead. He then leaned his arm on the table before he looked at his client.

"Ms. Ceo, you're the CEO of the..."

Before he could even finish his words, the lady spoke. "Gosh, isn't ...