The old reflexes kicked in for this story. It falls in the novelette range. I always heard authors say "write about what you know", so, this story, like '2015 -- Kiss me, you fool', it's set in the context of a trucking company.
As an experiment, I tried to use the commercial romance formula. I hope you'll enjoy the result.
My thanks again to my editor, Valphund.
Prologue
Moreno and Sons was a bit of misnomer. A fourth generation family company, it had gone from a single rickety old truck owned by Guiseppe Moreno, fresh off the boat in the immigration wave following WWII, to a successful logistics enterprise. From the beginning, the sons went into the family business while the daughters married and made more little Morenos.
Claudia was the first to break with tradition by going to College and joining her five brothers in the company.
At five ten with a voluptuous body, she was a magnet for male concupiscence, but she didn't tolerate disrespect. Neither did her brothers, the smallest of which was six three and weighed two-thirty.
Brotherly protectiveness wasn't the only reason the Moreno boys had their sister's back.
The story
The Moreno men sat in the living room, watching a hockey game while Mama was putting the finishing touches to Nana's birthday supper.
When their sister came back from the bathroom, Matteo punched Antonio in the arm to make him move over. The good-natured melee was settled by Claudia who pulled him aside by twisting his ear.
Papa Moreno had to intervene to prevent bodily harm to his youngest son after he threatened to take his sister across his knees for a spanking. He knew how viciously Claudia fought when a man dared touch her other than gentlemanly.
They listened to the game in a convivial, if boisterous atmosphere, shouting at the referees, cheering for their team and booing their adversary.
At the intermission, Matteo asked his sister to join him on the porch.
"Do you remember Uncle Giorgio?" He asked her.
"The one who went to work in the oil fields of Texas and never came back?"
"That's the one. I've kept in touch over the years and I visit when I travel that way. He reached out to me a few weeks ago. His daughter will be going to Cornell College in the fall on a full scholarship."
"Bright kid. They don't hand those out to just anybody."
Matteo ruffled his sister's hair which resulted in a friendly scuffle.
"Thought you were the only Moreno with a brain, did you? Well, he asked if we could take her under our wing, so to speak. You know, watch out for her."
"How are we going to do that? Ithaca is 330 miles from Boston. We don't have that big a wing." Claudia laughed.
"Not quite, but I was thinking that we could hire her until school starts as a way for her to get used to our East Coast ways."
"And you're talking to me because you want to stick her to me. I don't need another employee. All the jobs are filled."
"Come on, sis. You're always whining that you need a real assistant, not only a secretary."
"First, I don't whine. I submit business requirements for efficiency. Second, I manage quite well. I don't need a useless brat to get in my way, and I certainly don't have time to play teacher."
"You make my point for me. You work twice as hard as anyone else. When was the last time you went out for a night on the town? Hell, Claudia, you haven't even finished unpacking, and you bought that condo over a year ago."
"I happen to like my work. I don't need to go out to enjoy myself. Clubs are overrated anyway."
Matteo pulled his sister in his arms.
"She was a bitch, and I told you from the beginning that she wasn't good enough for you, but you have to get over her. You have to start rebuilding your life at some point."
"I know." Claudia held on to the comforting presence. "I worked so hard to give her everything she wanted, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough."
It broke Matteo's heart to see his little sister in such pain. He wished he could do something for her. Maybe mentoring her cousin would help take her mind off the bitch who had treated her so poorly.
"Since she's going to Cornell to study business, I thought seeing how the big boys and girls do it might give her a better sense of what the real world is like. You had that opportunity growing up and you told me it served you well."
"I don't have time..."
"Yes you do. Or you would if you delegated some of the work you shoulder on your own. You don't have to do everything. Look at me, I run the damn thing. Do you think I could do it by myself?"ΒΈ
"That's why you have me and Francesco and Riccardo."
"And you're the greatest CFO and VPs I could have asked for. The same applies to you. Starting Monday, I want you to start delegating some of your work. Have others do the actual work and supervise instead of doing it all yourself. That'll give you time to train your new Assistant."
"When will she arrive in Bean Town? Late June?"
"Tomorrow. I'll pick her up at the airport and drive her to your place myself."
"WHAT? I may agree that I could use her to get coffee for a couple of months, but I don't need a kid invading my space. And why isn't she still in school?"
"She has a room reserved at the dorm for the school term. What would be the point of renting an apartment for six months? We all have families while you have an extra room. She graduated in December. You said it yourself. She's a bright young woman. She's been hanging around the house, so Uncle Giorgio thought she might as well get a head start."
"You're a sneaky son of a bitch, you know that. Couldn't you have given me some advance notice?"
"And allow you to come up with all kinds of reasons why you couldn't do it?" Matteo laughed. "You're the one who taught me that it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission."
"At least put her in a hotel for a couple of days while I get the place ready."
"You take all the time you want. We'll be there around 1:30pm."
*****
Walking in the arrival waiting hall, Matteo cuffed two young bucks who were leering at a sexy woman who had taken off her coat in the heat of the crowd and revealed a gorgeous hourglass figure encased in tight fitting jeans and top. Her auburn mane flowed over strong shoulders to the middle of her back.