180DAYS
XVIII

VINCENZO P.O.V

“spring it is...

your words warm me up, like the cool breeze of June,

just as bright as the green trees, your touch lightens up my dreams...

At all times I think about you,

late nights in the middle of June

this is one of my best days of a year and month of June I don’t know much about how to label the things I feel, all I know is that when I look at the sky,

I see freedom...

when I look at the dirt, I see breakthroughs,

when I look at the ocean, I see serenity,

but when I see you, I see everything...”

“Mr. Cohen, do you have a problem with my idea, I told you once, that if you are notsatisfied with my proposal, well you can as well sign your resignation letter and I don’t think your wife would be happy nor your children will be proud of you. So think twice before pulling the thread in this company.” Mr. Cohen has always been a rival since I sat in this position, taking the company from my dad. He was a friend to my dad but after the death of Papa, he doesn’t follow my others. He would say: “I do not take orders from a young boy” Well after all these young boys have grown to be a Man, not just any man but the most powerful man after God so he can say whatever he wants I do not care.

" Mr.De Luca, I believe you know, I am your father’s best friend, so if he wasn’t dead, he would have handed the company to me.” He spoke like the coward that he was.

“Mmmm Mr.Cohen, I thought we have settled that feud before, and believe me when I say, I am tired of your murmurings of who should own the company or not. My bad, I own the company now and you work for me, you cannot do anything or say anything about it when I want to hand over the company to someone else your name would not be part of the list, my child will own it. So please get tired of this justification and work well in the company.” I lashed out. Even as old as he is, he isn’t ashamed of himself.

“Mr.De Luca, you don’t have respect for your elders, I wonder what sought of manners you got hidden in your cupboard.” He laughed.

“Like they always say Sir, give respect to those that respect you regarding their position or not. If you keep talking to me in a manner that is not presentable, I can get you off the manager’s board and take you back to the front desk. So choose your words wisely sir.” He ends the call before saying any other word to me. The man is in his late 60s and he acts like a child, he never respected my dad, even though my dad kept quiet about that. I am not as calm as my dad so he should better change his way and behave so his family won’t go to the pit with him.

So engrossed in my Files that I didn’t know someone has been knocking. Grandpa walked in with a cup of coffee in his hands. He places the cup before me and sits opposite me beside the bookshelf.

“Vincenzo, is everything alright? I heard your voice down the hall”

“I am fine grandpa, it’s just Mr.Cohen, he keeps asking me questions that spike up my nerves.” I sipped the creamy coffee. It was sweet, I am not a fan of dark coffee. I got a heart not a dark one so I love it creamy with two cubes of sugar in it.

“Well, I just wanted to check if you are ok, I would love to go for a walk” I looked at him, and he was smiling.

“Ok I will go with you, just give me 5 minutes to get ready.” I stood up from my sit, packing all my files into the shelf, then I took out my jog shorts and a vest. Grandpa closes the door behind him as I put on my clothes.

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It’s over an hour, jogging around the park with grandpa, he keeps talking about how he raced me to the end of the road, I get, I wasn’t ready, that’s why he won. We jog another 5 kilometers until we stop for a coffee at the end of the road.

" Vincenzo, how is Ginevra?” Grandpa said sipping his remaining coffee in his cup.

“Hmm, she’s ok, she hasn’t talked to me since that morning and I am getting scared that I was just dreaming of her. Alberto said she would need a heart transplant, so I guess it’s to look for the right heart that will match with hers.”

“Well what if someone old offers to help, what do you think?” Grandpa said in a whisper.

I gulped my drink in seconds, what is he talking about, someone old.” Grandpa, what do you mean?” I asked facing him. He just smiled and nod his head in disagreement.

“It’s nothing, I was just thinking of something, Vince, let’s go home I am getting tired.” He stood up immediately from his chair and walked straight to the door.

What is he thinking of, I know what he said but I don’t understand. Was he talking about himself or who was he talking about? No! He can not be talking of himself. The walk home was just somehow weird, grandpa kept talking about the lovely trees and how beautiful the flowers looked, while I kept thinking about what grandpa had said earlier.

“Uhm Vince, you have been quiet since we left the coffee house, why?” He looked at me searching for what the problem was.

“Oh, Uhm, Pa, is nothing, I am just tired, I need a cold shower ” I forced a smile on my face.

The remaining walk to the mansion was done in silence, I buried my thoughts in grandpa’s words.

“What if someone old offers to help?”

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