Marked as His ?

Few days later, the meeting room was tense, the air thick with unspoken pressure as Alfonso sat at the head of the long table, his presence alone was demanding authority.

Discussions of shipments, security and alliances filled the space, his men careful with their words, knowing a single misstep could cost them.

One man shifted uneasily in his seat, eyes darting between the documents laid out on the table and the door.

He tugged at his collar as if the air in the room was too thick, his fingers tapping restlessly against the wood.

Liam.

He was always punctual, yet today he'd arrived late, an unusual misstep that hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Alfonso hadn't said a word about it, but the silence had weighed heavily on Liam the entire meeting.

He could feel the stares from a few of the others, and he tried to focus, but the back of his neck prickled with unease.

Then, the door creaked open and...

Andrea peeked in, her eyes bright with curiosity, a milkshake in hand. She panicked, unaware that he wasn't alone in his office.

" Oh sorry! " She said in a low voice, she was about to close the door ready to leave. Not wanting to interrupt the meeting.

He looked up, as he had already noticed her. Then, Alfonso’s voice stopped her mid movements.

"Come in, Señorita."

All the heads turned towards the door due to curiosity and all of a sudden, the expressions on their faces shifted, eyes wide in awe.

A few men looked utterly distracted for a fair few moments. Some of the them had seen her before, but a few were seeing her for the first time. And it showed by the expressions on their faces.

She wasn’t like any other woman all makeup, plastic and silicone, who had walked these halls before but quite the opposite of those.

Her fair milky skin glowed under the dim lighting, her lips pursed in thought as she took steps towards him.

Strands of her long hair had slipped loose from her half-tied style, which were now framing her face.

When she entered and smiled, looking at Alfonso while moving towards him, an innocent smile, her signature smile, dimples appeared deep on her both cheeks, it was as if the tension in the room didn’t exist.

Unaware of the effect she had, Andrea made her way to Alfonso’s side, placing her milkshake right on top of an important document which she didn't know was important.

Alfonso, completely unbothered, shifted the papers aside, without a word and asked her

" You needed something? "

Andrea leaned in slightly, saying with her voice sweet.

"I just wanted you to try this. I didn't know you were busy..."

She said while looking at the audience who immediately turned their head elsewhere.

" I made it myself. Try this, it’s caramel machiato."

Alfonso didn’t hesitate. He took the straw between his lips and took a sip.

" How is it? Is it good? "

Alfonso gave her a slow nod.
The men now watching again struggled to keep their shock hidden. No woman had ever interrupted the meeting before.

Not a single one.