ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond-Chapter 112: Not my business

Chapter 112: Not my business
Chapter 112
Katya pov
I walked briskly down the hallway, clutching the coffee with both hands so I wouldn’t spill it and give him a real reason to start shouting.
The elevator was at the end of the hall, silver doors reflecting my awkward, tiny self back at me. I pressed the button and exhaled, letting my shoulders fall a little.
At least the ride back up would be quiet.
The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open and two people I had never seen in my life stood inside.
An elderly bald man in an expensive dark suit. Sharp eyes. Sharp posture. Someone important. Someone used to being obeyed.
And beside him...
A girl.
No — a woman. Probably mid-twenties. Maybe twenty-four, twenty-five. Dressed in a short, sleek gown that fit her body like it was stitched directly onto her skin. Everything about her screamed confidence. Polished. Elegant. Beautiful in a way that made my stomach twist with a sting I wasn’t proud of.
Her hair was long and glossy. Her makeup perfect. Her posture perfect. Even her annoyed expression made her look like she belonged on some magazine cover.
Meanwhile I stood there holding coffee like a confused house rat.
Wow.
How unfair could genetics be?
I just kept staring, frozen. I didn’t even realize I’d stopped walking until the girl raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
Then she snapped, voice sharp enough to cut metal:
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Move."
I blinked.
Oh. Right. Elevator. I was supposed to... enter it. Not stand there like a stunned broomstick.
Before I could scramble inside, the old man turned slightly toward her.
"Marina," he said in a low, reprimanding tone. "Mind your language. We are guests in this house."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, but said nothing else.
The old man looked at me afterward with a polite, tight smile — the diplomatic kind, the kind that says sorry my daughter is like this but also we’re too important for you to be offended.
I swallowed hard and stepped into the elevator quickly, keeping my gaze down so I wouldn’t embarrass myself further.
The doors slid shut behind me.
And suddenly I was trapped in a metal box with a goddess, her scary father...
and my coffee.
The elevator hummed softly as it began to rise, and the air in the small space thickened immediately not with heat, but with the awkward, suffocating silence only strangers could create.
Marina lifted her chin, staring at herself in the reflective elevator wall, fixing a strand of her perfect hair like she was preparing to walk onto a runway instead of visiting... whoever she was visiting.
Her father cleared his throat. A small, commanding sound.
"Now listen," he began quietly, voice smooth and low like someone used to speaking only to important people. "When we enter, remember what I told you. Presentation matters. You must carry yourself properly. Confident. Unshakeable. You hear me?"
"Dad," the girl — Marina — sighed dramatically. Oh so he’s her father. She tossed her glossy hair over her shoulder.
"Compose myself? Please." She smiled at her reflection in the metal panel, smoothing her dress. "When he sees me, he won’t be thinking about composure."
I blinked. Because the confidence is top notch. I mean she said that like it was a universal truth. Like gravity, I don’t even blame her because if I had a face like her’s I would say the same thing.
The old man huffed, clearly used to this. "This is not a game. Do not treat it like one. The opportunity is significant. The Salvatore family is not one we treat carelessly. Especially not him."
Him.
Him who??
I blinked, looking between them subtly without actually turning my head. She whipped her head toward him. "Father!"
"I am not repeating myself," he said sharply. "When we walk in, step forward. Smile. Speak clearly. Show him the same confidence you show me. And for the love of God," his voice tightened, "fix your attitude."
Marina huffed again, dramatic and annoyed, but then straightened her back, lifting her chin as if she’d been trained her whole life for... something.
Something specific.
My brain spun for a second before the pieces clicked together one by one. I didn’t need to be a genius to understand what was happening.
They were here for him.
Important family. Visiting someone specific. Her outfit. Her father’s instructions. Oh.
Oh.
Oh, hell no.
They were trying to get someone’s attention.
No...They were trying to match her with someone. I stared down at the coffee in my hands, feeling absolutely ridiculous.
Here I was, barely surviving being in the same room as that demon spawn without wanting to throw him out of a window...
And She wanting to get his attention. The elevator kept rising smoothly, quietly, not stopping at any floor.
Of course it wasn’t.
We were headed for the top.
His floor. His office.
I glanced up briefly. Marina was fixing her lip gloss again, humming under her breath.
The father was looking ahead with determination, like he was heading into an important business meeting probably because he was.
But with the way he kept glancing at her, it was clear he expected his daughter to charm her way through whatever deal they came here for.
I almost snorted.
Romeo matched with her?
He’d probably complain about the sound of her heels before she even said hello.
I stayed quiet, clutching the mug like it was a safety shield. The elevator continued to rise, numbers blinking softly above the doors.
Marina smoothed down the front of her dress again."Honestly, Dad," she said lightly, "when he sees me, everything will fall into place. These things always do."
Right.
And now I had to walk in with matchmaking guests.
With coffee.
I was going to die. Not metaphorically. Literally. Someone bury me now. Marina adjusted her dress, practicing some sultry expression in the reflection. Her dad stared ahead like a general preparing a soldier for war.
Meanwhile, I stood in the corner with my coffee, clutching it like a emotional support beverage, mentally chanting.
Not my business. Not my business. I do not care. I do not care.
But I did care.
Because the moment those doors opened... I was walking in with them.
Looking like a maid who stole someone’s breakfast.
A hot goddess coming to impress Romeo.
And me, the gremlin who fetched his coffee.Wonderful.
The elevator slowed slightly, the subtle dip in motion signaling we had reached the very top.
The floor with Romeo’s office.
The doors prepared to open.
And I inhaled sharply, bracing myself for whatever chaos waited on the other side.