Page 16 of Powerful Deception

“Are you not coming in with me?” I think having her in the room will stop me from puking all over the place.

“I will walk you in but then it will just be you and Mr. Rosetti for the remainder of the interview.”

Of course, it will be.

I try to ignore the tightness in my chest as she opens the door and waves for me to walk in before her.

I’m about to enter a room that occupies one of the most powerful individuals that the city has to offer.

I can do this.

I can do this.

Please God, let me do this.

Taking another deep breath, I enter the room and one again I’m astonished by the vast contrast between this room and the one I was just in.

The other room was light and had a home feel to it.

This room, this office, feels cold and everything about it makes me feel unwelcomed. It does have the same gray color scheme but this one is much darker and very much looks like a businessman uses it daily. If I can think of one thing to say about this room, it’s that I hate it.

I hate it so much and I have no reasoning behind it.

There is a clearing of a throat somewhere and when I look around, I see him.

Dante Rosetti, the man that I’ve seen in countless articles online, is sitting on a leather chair in the corner, with his right foot propped on his left knee and a crystal glass in his hand.

The pictures that I’ve seen of this man do not do him justice. The more I look at him, the more I can see things that the pictures don’t show.

I can see that his eyes are a light brown that doesn’t match the darkness of his hair.

I can see his jaw is more profound and his skin looks as if it would be silky smooth.

He’s older than what he looked in the pictures, but he still looks too young to be a crime boss or a mafia man. This man has to be in his mid to late thirties. He could even be younger than that.

I swallow once more as he brings his glass up to his lips and takes a drink, his eyes traveling up my body in the process.

I let out a shiver at the action, but not from fear. I can’t explain it but all the fear that I was feeling when I walked into the room a few seconds ago, is completely gone.

The fear should still be there, because there is a possibility, a large one at that, that this man knows who I am. There’s a possibility that he can kill me the second Evelyn leaves because I came looking for answers when I shouldn’t.

“Mr. Rosetti, this is Ari Amato,” Evelyn says walking into the room before turning to face me and for the first time I take my eyes off the man. “This is your last interview.”

The room goes still for a few seconds before Rosetti moves and places his drink on the small table next to him.

He throws a nod in Evelyn’s direction. “Thank you, Evelyn. I will let you know when we’re done here.”

“Of course, sir.” She says with a smile before she turns to and leaves.

She leaves me in the same room as the one the call the devil.

The fear is back.

“Take a seat, Ms. Amato.” Rosetti directs me, extending a hand over to the couch that is across from his chair.

Without showing any fear, I do what he says, placing my purse on the floor next to my feet and face him straight on.

“I apologize for this type of interview, Ms. Amato. Given the business that I run I have to be very careful with the type of people I let inside.”

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