29- Glitter Bomb?

Grant

To say I was speechless was an understatement. I was utterly shocked as Isabella slowly entered the dining room. Looking like a Queen, our Queen as her silver dress shimmered like diamonds.

As dinner progressed, I couldn’t help but watch as her eyes sparkled at the sight of her meal. Before needless to say I was surprised by all when she accidentally interrupted my conversation with Ryan and Luke. Intrigued at what she had to say I urged her to continue.

For Social media was not something that was new to us or to our businesses, but the way she had explained it to me had me interested so much, I had to ask. “Please, Explain.” Putting on my CEO face, I move to wait for her. The tiny cherub sitting among the demons and the devil himself.

Clearing her throat she speaks. “Your companies profit report from each of your quarters showed that Romano’s customer base was lacking under the age of 30. And in almost every category too. With traditional marketing one could push various forms of advertisements to help catch the younger population which would then help increase your profits by 50% as most people including young adults under the age of 40 tend to spend more time on their social media accounts like Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube and Myspace.” she explains hiding her insecurities as she was trembled.

As the room stayed silent, I moved to look at the other guys within the room. Many holding impressive looks. For what she said made sense and I was quite interested in what she had to say. This woman had quite the brain on her. And her father taught her well. Lucus and Tony looking to her with pride on their faces as Alex just smirks.

Turning to my men I say; “Ryan you heard the lady. I want a full model scale by next week. Get Sandra’s team on board if you have too." Nodding his head, Ryan moves to begin typing on his phone.

Luke moves to speak next. “This could also help solve our other issue with the laundering new weapons” and of course he was right. Nodding in agreement, I move to keep my focus on our Principessa (Princess). As our Principessa (Princess) may have just helped us with a multi-billion-dollar headache.

Quick to type away on his phone, Tony moves to speak. “Lucus, maybe Enzo could help with this as well, to help minimize logistics and the manpower. And Grant, after crunching the numbers, Isabella’s right. If we invest a billion dollars of our hard earned profits to increase online traffic by twenty five percent. By the end of next quarter we could potentially turn over twenty billion dollars”.

Well I’ll be damned. Seems like we our Principessa (Princess) has the makings of a business guru. Gazing at her with admiration, I move to wink and smile. “Good job Principessa (Princess).”

Catching the blush that was rising to her face was priceless. She had such a praise kink. Looking too Alex, him and I share a knowing look. Clearly he saw it too. Once again I’m in total awe of her. She was perfect. In every way imaginable.

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Isabella

Oh. My. God. I couldn’t believe he actually took my ideal seriously. I was secretly excited. Going to school, father made sure that I took a bunch of business classes. Said it would be beneficial for me later on in life. So when he said “Good job Principessa (Princess)” I was overwhelmed. My heart fluttering at the praise.

Dinner of course continues soon after, everyone going back to what they were doing until dinner came to an end. Tony moving to escort me back to my room for the night. Waiting for me to change into a pair of pajamas of my choosing he moves to secure my cuff in place before kissing me goodnight.

Come next morning, I’m woken up only to find that my chain had already been removed along with some clothes on the bed and a trolley full of food. Curious, I move to inspect the trolley only to see a plate full of pancakes. There was also juice, water, coffee and various toppings for the pancakes along with tiny bowls of fresh fruits that were cut into stars along with bacon, eggs and sausage.

Squealing, I move to enter the bathroom. Moving to take a quick shower I move to brush my teeth before throwing my hair into a messy bun before getting dressed for the day. A blue sundress with daisies and a white cardigan is my outfit of choice. Sitting on the sofa I move to eat my breakfast.

Once done eatting I try for the door, only to see that it’s open. Two armed guards stand outside like mountain trolls making me snicker as I think of the movie Lord of the Rings. Neither moving to follow me as I move to explore the castle. For after all, it was my home now too.

It's about a good three or so hours later when I finally make it from one end to the other end of the second story floor as I kept finding myself stopping to admire the various forms of artwork and tapestries that hung along the wall. The art either historical or modern as it draws my attention thus keeping me from further exploring.

Continuing with my exploration, I eventually come across a staircase that leads up to a third floor only for a guard to tell me that I did not have access to go up there. Bummer. Sighing I move to head downstairs then, the rooms all larger than life as I did. Searching, I moved to discover three separate living rooms along with a music room which held many if not thousands of different instruments inside. Surprised, I moved to inspect each of the instruments as my fingers glide over piano keys as I use to love playing the piano for my mother. Smiling, I move to press a few keys on the piano before continuing on with my journey only to find a library.

Whoa, magnificent.

Shaped like an octagon, the room was filled from floor to ceiling in books. Every self piled high with books upon books. Scanning the room I can’t help but notice multiple ladders and even a spiral staircase which led to a small little reading nook. Smiling, I knew exactly where I would be most days.

Taking this time to explore the books on the shelves, I can’t help but find all sorts of novels within. Books ranging from History all the way to Fiction. Law books to Art books, books even leaning towards the Erotica side of things. There was even a shelf solely for cooking. Hmm…

Thinking as to how I was going to start my revenge for all the shit they put me through, I knew only one thing when it came to mind and that was they were definitely way too serious which was never a good thing. They needed to relax.

Deciding on walking to the left after exiting the library I eventually come across two sets of glass doors. One door housed a full on gym which appeared to have men working out inside and the other leading to an indoor swimming pool. Choosing the safest route, I pick the pool over the gym not wanting to see half naked men all gross and sweaty. Plus I'm sure each of my fiances would have a cow if they knew.

Entering the pool side, I can’t help but notice just how massive and long it was. Almost like a professional olympic swimming pool. Spotting tempered glass I move to see a beautiful garden just outside of it. Stunning.

Next a large hot tub can be found sitting off to the right of the room. That thing could easily hold 10 to 20 people easily, I muse as the smell of chlorine and heat of the hot tub hit me, making my skin feel clamy the longer I stayed.

Heading further in though, I notice 12 lounge chairs along with two other doors off to the left of the wall. Curious, I moved to investigate only to see that one door led to a sauna and the other a utility closet. The closet holding things from towels to toys to even buckets filled with sports balls.

Scanning the closet my eyes eventually land on a box of water balloons and a super terrible idea comes to mind. Brilliant but terrible. This was going to be fun.

Grabbing the box of balloons I move to dash from the room, careful not to slip and fall into the pool as I move to race for the otherside of the castle and to where the kitchen was kept. Reaching the kitchen the staff turn to look at me as if I was a hungry bear. A tall and lanky woman wearing a chef’s coat moved to approach me. “What can I do for you, my lady?” she asks, her accent thick, maybe Russian.

“Um, yes. I’d like to make a glitter bomb” smiling as brightly as I could, the woman confused I move to show her the box of balloons. Mischievous thoughts now running through my head as I did.