Fated reborn - Chapter 211: Chapter 211
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Luciano's Pov.
*Next day*
The next morning, I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the white ceiling. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I took a deep breath, feeling the crisp freshness of the early hours.
I sat up, stretching my arms as I blinked away the remnants of sleep. My body felt well-rested, yet my mind was already swirling with thoughts of the day ahead. With a sigh, I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, heading straight to the bathroom.
The cold marble tiles sent a slight shiver up my spine as I stepped inside. I turned on the faucet, letting the water run for a moment before splashing it onto my face. The cool sensation instantly woke me up. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me. The steam filled the room, and for a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy the serenity.
After a thorough bath, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked over to the sink. Picking up my toothbrush, I methodically brushed my teeth, the minty freshness invigorating my senses. Once done, I rinsed my mouth and patted my face dry with a soft towel.
I walked back into the bedroom and opened my wardrobe, my fingers grazing over the neatly arranged suits. Today, I felt like wearing something sharp, something that spoke authority. I selected a well-tailored navy-blue suit and paired it with a crisp white shirt. Buttoning it up, I grabbed a silk tie, tying it with precise movements. Slipping on my leather shoes, I completed the look with a sleek wristwatch and a pair of cufflinks.
Stepping in front of the mirror, I adjusted my tie and took a moment to take in my reflection. A smirk tugged at my lips. “I wasn’t this serious about my company before,” I muttered under my breath, noting the change in myself.
A sudden knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced at the time, expecting it to be Victor. But as I opened the door, I was met with a maid holding a tray of breakfast.
“Sir, this is your food,” she said politely, extending the tray toward me.
For a moment, I considered sending it back. I wasn’t particularly hungry, and I rarely ate breakfast in my room. But something stopped me. I sighed and took the tray from her hands. “Thank you,” I said simply. “You can return to your quarters.”
She gave a small nod before turning and walking away. I closed the door and carried the tray to the table, setting it down. Pulling out a chair, I sat down and uncovered the dishes. The scent of freshly made pancakes, eggs, and coffee filled the air.
Despite not feeling particularly hungry, I picked up a fork and started eating. The taste was satisfying, and before I knew it, I had finished everything on the plate.
As I leaned back in my chair, another knock came at the door. This time, I knew exactly who it was.
Getting up, I walked over and pulled the door open to see Victor standing there, already dressed and ready for the day.
He smiled slightly. “So, shall we go?”
I nodded, grabbing my phone and slipping it into my pocket before stepping out of the room. Together, we made our way downstairs, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.
As we reached the exit, I paused for a moment, taking in the fresh morning air. The cool breeze brushed against my face, and I inhaled deeply, letting the moment sink in before finally stepping toward the parking lot.
Victor and I entered the car, and as the engine roared to life, we drove off, ready to tackle whatever the day had in store for us.
We arrived at the company shortly after, pulling into the spacious parking lot. I stepped out of the car, taking in the sight before me. The other cars were parked neatly, aligned in perfect rows. I tilted my head back, my eyes landing on my company building—the tallest in this entire pack. A sense of pride swelled within me.
Victor and I walked towards the entrance, greeted by two security men standing at the door. They gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, and I returned it before stepping inside. My eyes scanned the first floor, filled with printers and employees busily working at their stations. The low hum of conversation and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards created a familiar atmosphere.
Without stopping, we made our way to the elevator, stepping inside as I pressed the button for the last floor. The doors slid shut, and the smooth ascent began. Victor stood beside me, silent but focused. I could tell he was already in work mode, just like me.
The elevator dinged softly as we reached our floor, and we stepped out, heading towards my office. As we passed by, my gaze fell on Clara in her office. She was hunched over her desk, her big glasses perched on her nose, eyes locked onto the documents before her. A small smirk played on my lips, but I didn’t stop.
Reaching my office, I placed my finger against the scanner, and the door clicked open. Victor and I walked in, the familiar scent of coffee and leather filling the air. He made his way to his usual spot—the long couch near the window—while I settled into my chair behind the desk.
After a moment, I stood up and walked over to the coffee machine. I turned it on, listening as it whirred to life, the scent of fresh coffee filling the room. I leaned against the counter, waiting for it to brew.
Once done, I poured myself a cup, savoring the rich aroma before taking a slow sip. The warmth spread through me, waking me up further.
Now, all that was left was to wait for Clara to come in with today’s schedule.
*Next day*
The next morning, I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the white ceiling. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I took a deep breath, feeling the crisp freshness of the early hours.
I sat up, stretching my arms as I blinked away the remnants of sleep. My body felt well-rested, yet my mind was already swirling with thoughts of the day ahead. With a sigh, I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, heading straight to the bathroom.
The cold marble tiles sent a slight shiver up my spine as I stepped inside. I turned on the faucet, letting the water run for a moment before splashing it onto my face. The cool sensation instantly woke me up. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me. The steam filled the room, and for a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy the serenity.
After a thorough bath, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked over to the sink. Picking up my toothbrush, I methodically brushed my teeth, the minty freshness invigorating my senses. Once done, I rinsed my mouth and patted my face dry with a soft towel.
I walked back into the bedroom and opened my wardrobe, my fingers grazing over the neatly arranged suits. Today, I felt like wearing something sharp, something that spoke authority. I selected a well-tailored navy-blue suit and paired it with a crisp white shirt. Buttoning it up, I grabbed a silk tie, tying it with precise movements. Slipping on my leather shoes, I completed the look with a sleek wristwatch and a pair of cufflinks.
Stepping in front of the mirror, I adjusted my tie and took a moment to take in my reflection. A smirk tugged at my lips. “I wasn’t this serious about my company before,” I muttered under my breath, noting the change in myself.
A sudden knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced at the time, expecting it to be Victor. But as I opened the door, I was met with a maid holding a tray of breakfast.
“Sir, this is your food,” she said politely, extending the tray toward me.
For a moment, I considered sending it back. I wasn’t particularly hungry, and I rarely ate breakfast in my room. But something stopped me. I sighed and took the tray from her hands. “Thank you,” I said simply. “You can return to your quarters.”
She gave a small nod before turning and walking away. I closed the door and carried the tray to the table, setting it down. Pulling out a chair, I sat down and uncovered the dishes. The scent of freshly made pancakes, eggs, and coffee filled the air.
Despite not feeling particularly hungry, I picked up a fork and started eating. The taste was satisfying, and before I knew it, I had finished everything on the plate.
As I leaned back in my chair, another knock came at the door. This time, I knew exactly who it was.
Getting up, I walked over and pulled the door open to see Victor standing there, already dressed and ready for the day.
He smiled slightly. “So, shall we go?”
I nodded, grabbing my phone and slipping it into my pocket before stepping out of the room. Together, we made our way downstairs, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.
As we reached the exit, I paused for a moment, taking in the fresh morning air. The cool breeze brushed against my face, and I inhaled deeply, letting the moment sink in before finally stepping toward the parking lot.
Victor and I entered the car, and as the engine roared to life, we drove off, ready to tackle whatever the day had in store for us.
We arrived at the company shortly after, pulling into the spacious parking lot. I stepped out of the car, taking in the sight before me. The other cars were parked neatly, aligned in perfect rows. I tilted my head back, my eyes landing on my company building—the tallest in this entire pack. A sense of pride swelled within me.
Victor and I walked towards the entrance, greeted by two security men standing at the door. They gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, and I returned it before stepping inside. My eyes scanned the first floor, filled with printers and employees busily working at their stations. The low hum of conversation and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards created a familiar atmosphere.
Without stopping, we made our way to the elevator, stepping inside as I pressed the button for the last floor. The doors slid shut, and the smooth ascent began. Victor stood beside me, silent but focused. I could tell he was already in work mode, just like me.
The elevator dinged softly as we reached our floor, and we stepped out, heading towards my office. As we passed by, my gaze fell on Clara in her office. She was hunched over her desk, her big glasses perched on her nose, eyes locked onto the documents before her. A small smirk played on my lips, but I didn’t stop.
Reaching my office, I placed my finger against the scanner, and the door clicked open. Victor and I walked in, the familiar scent of coffee and leather filling the air. He made his way to his usual spot—the long couch near the window—while I settled into my chair behind the desk.
After a moment, I stood up and walked over to the coffee machine. I turned it on, listening as it whirred to life, the scent of fresh coffee filling the room. I leaned against the counter, waiting for it to brew.
Once done, I poured myself a cup, savoring the rich aroma before taking a slow sip. The warmth spread through me, waking me up further.
Now, all that was left was to wait for Clara to come in with today’s schedule.
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