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"Yes, Piero," Salvatore's voice echoes through the room, mingling with the soft rustle of fabric.

"Is General Manager Mr. Cameo, yes," his words filter into my sleep, stirring me from slumber.

"Our CEO is really messy," a murmur in the air.

"Mm," I awaken, pushing back my hair and finding myself lying on my stomach.

"No, I will go to the company and check it in person."

Where am I? I glance around, taking in the opulent chandeliers and then spotting my luggage.

"Bella," his voice draws my attention as he sits beside me, clad in a robe, his hands brushing over the quilt.

Ah, so that's it. Today is the scheduled weekend, our newlywed home in Milan.

A/N: Since she works in Naples, I know it's crazy. It's a 7-hour distance with a car, but with a flight, it's just an hour. By the way, there's a university student who travels every day with an airplane, like economy class, but yeah, to save petrol money, etc. So, you know, if they are staying on the weekend together, but anytime if they're going to their place, like the pharmacy, remember first, this is fictional. Second, she will be using the airlines or the jet to travel.

"You can sleep more, Bella," he says softly, his voice a gentle caress.

I stir, still waking up, and make my way to the wardrobe room, opening the closet doors.

"Today is Sunday, and you're still going to work? Did something happen?" I inquire, watching him as he checks through the shirts and blazers, his expression serious.

"It's not important, but I need to check something directly," he replies, his focus on the clothes in the wardrobe.

Leaning against the wall with my morning hair tousled and dressed in my night suit, I remark, "Is that so? It turns out that being a director is not always good."

Then, I move to leave. "Do your best, Salvatore. I'm going to sleep a little more," I declare, but as I walk away, he catches my hand.

A/N: Um, I don't know what to say since I'm a director of something, and the youngest one, in fact. I didn't do my duties yet since I was on a break from media... so they don't know I was awarded being a director of... etc. I can't say much but only a few know who have met me ;)

"I said I'm in a hurry, then why are you grabbing my hand?" I question, my priority being sleep above all else. "Remember that."

"Just for a moment, Bella. Please choose a shirt for me," he pleads softly, guiding me gently as if I were descending a staircase and he my prince.

I begin sorting through the shirts, replying, "You'd be better off finding one yourself."

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Even though she's teasing, she's still picking out a shirt for me. I can't help but smile at her thoughtfulness.

"This shirt, this blazer, and this tie," Valentina declares, her fingers deftly adjusting the knot around my neck.

As she sits there, I change into the clothes she selected, then turn to face her, my gaze beckoning her over.

"Yes?" she responds, stepping toward me. I lower myself to her eye level and gently inquire, "Can you wear it for me?" I ask, requesting her help to tie my tie.

With a dry laugh, she fixes my collar and remarks, "You're really the same as me at times like this," before beginning to wrap the tie around my neck.

Curious, I ask, "What do I usually look like?"

"You neither smile nor speak. There's a bit..." she starts, hesitating.

"A bit what?" I press, intrigued by her observation.

"You seem a bit less approachable," she admits, her fingers deftly maneuvering the tie into place.

"And where do I put this?" she questions, focusing on the task at hand as she finishes tying my tie.

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I start to laugh, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks, turning me into a cherry with my morning-messed-up hair adding to the disarray. Here I am, on my knees on the floor, while she sits gracefully on the plush sofa in the wardrobe room, skillfully tying my tie.

"The way you talk is a little bit scary," she remarks, her tone teasing yet sincere.

"Stay still, it's all messed up," she instructs firmly, her fingers deftly working to fix the knot.

"Ah, what's wrong with this?" I question, feeling her hands adjusting the tie's length.

It's endearing, really. Even though she made it a bit shorter than usual, it's perfect, Bella.

As I rise, she expresses doubt, "I think I've done it wrong. Let me do it again," her concern evident in her voice.

Glancing at the time, I realize it's late, and I need to leave. Snatching my blazer, I dart off before she can protest, giggling as I run.

"Wait! Are you going like that?" she calls after me, her footsteps echoing behind.

By the time I reach the ground floor, she's still on the staircase railing, shouting, "You take it off! Tie it up again before you go!"

Laughing, I make my way to the car, greeted by the morning sun. "Good morning, Director," I acknowledge as I settle in.

Glancing at the tie she lovingly tied for me, I can't help but smile.

Meanwhile, Valentina stretches, contemplating her plans for the day in my absence. "What do I do now since Salvatore isn't here?" she muses, her gaze drifting to the serene scenery outside the window.

"Go see the general manager, the one who got in the way of my weekend with my wife," I instruct my driver as we pull out of the driveway.

Entering the SR company building, I'm greeted with respectful bows, and I make my way to the elevator.

"Shall we go directly to the construction project management department?" my PA inquires, ready to assist with my schedule for the day.

"I must go to understand the situation," I declare to my assistant before stepping into the room.

Before I enter, I overhear snippets of conversation.

"Yes, yes, is it necessary to do it now?" Cameo's PA speaks hurriedly into the phone.

"I know," Cameo's PA acknowledges with a hint of urgency.

"Mr. Cameo, there's something urgent," his PA announces, his tone filled with concern.

"What?" Cameo responds, unaware that the door is about to open.

"Now the director has arrived," his PA informs him, his face etched with troubled tension.

As I stride into the room, I catch his PA off guard, his expression frozen in shock.

"Everyone still working hard on the weekend, huh? I admire everyone's love for the company. You guys even work day and night for the company, and so does our general manager," I remark sarcastically, a tight smile plastered on my face. The tension in the room is palpable, every face fraught with fear.

Meanwhile, the general manager remains seated, his gaze fixed on me, his expression unreadable.

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