I put on a firm face and looked up at him, "How much do I owe you? I would like to buy back my freedom."
"Five million six hundred and fifty-three thousand six hundred and forty-four euros.."he said, making me swallow my words,
I faltered, "I don't have that kind of money..."
He slipped his hand casually in his pocket, before replying,
"I know,
"So, I can go?"
"Not anytime soon." He responded, "You would be working for me until your debt is completed."
THE NEXT MORNING
I woke up reluctantly,
I opened my eyes and was immediately stung by the harsh light flooding into the room, I let them adjust for a moment before staring up at the white ceiling for a while,
Oddly, that was the best sleep I have had in years.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, it would be like working as a maid and as the superficial side of me convinced myself, I rolled off the bed and stalked into the bathroom already annoyed with my day,
I took a quick bath in the massive bathroom and strode out quickly and not bothering to dry my air or anything,
I opened the closet and picked out a simple white T-shirt and a short, before heading out of the room,
I walked my way through the hallways and down the marble stairs, wafted by the sweet aroma of egg and tomato sauce,
I patted my way into the kitchen, where I greeted by Carlos in a dark shirt hovering in the stove, his mid falling hair tousled and slightly damp,
He turned to look at me, a cute smile appearing on his face,
"You must be hungry?" He drops the spatula in his hand and makes it over to me and taking my hand he guided me to the table and pulling out a chair for me, he waited for me to settle in,
before turning away to whatever he was doing on the stove, his sudden affection was a bit strange, not that I have had enough affection in my life to be able to recognize one from a mile away,
"Where's Gloria?" I asked, watching him show off his mastery skills in the kitchen,
"We wouldn't be needing her services anymore." He uttered simply, I was tempted to question him more about it, but decided against it,
"You haven't told me what I am supposed to do?"
He turned to me for a moment in thoughts, before replying,
"You would be my coffee maker.."
"Coffee maker?" I uttered puzzled, that sounded like something he just made up,
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"You would make me coffee when I request one." He explained and returned back to what he was doing on the stove, what sort person hires a coffee maker?
"So, just coffee?"
"Yes.." he replied with his back now turned to me,
Well, that just made my Job a lot easier, It will give me enough time to go out and find Nate's location or maybe file a missing persons report,
I just hope nothing has happened to him or I would never be able to forgive myself, he's the only family I have left -:
Having been so lost in my thought I didn't notice when Carlos placed a sizeable plate of omelet in front of me,
I stared at the delicious plate, it's tangy smell swirled itself into my nostrils, reminding me I was hungry,
He took a seat beside me, his grey eyes gazing down at me intensely as I picked up my fork and cut the soft omelet,
I brought it up to my mouth and almost moaned in delight at the taste, but In time I found a great will of strength to suppress it back,
His eyes still fidgetted on me and his plate still untouched,
"I have been meaning to ask you something?" He uttered, breaking the uncomfortable silence between us.
I quickly reached out for the glass of water, before nodding,
"What's your last name?"
"Green, Eva Green?" I tell him,
"What brings you to Italy, Ms Green?" He asked, causing the fork to fall out of my hand, "The first time we met, it seemed like you were running from those hooded men, what did they want from you?"
I gulped, looking away, "I would rather we not talk about my personal life.." He says nothing for a few seconds, then I felt a hand touch mine and I turned quickly to look at him,
"Non so perché, mi sento la necessità di proteggere l'utente" He whispered to himself, but I heard him.
[I don't know why, I feel the need to protect you]
"Those words, what do they mean?" I became curious,
"Niente."He shakes his head slightly with a smile, "Is there something else you would like?" he asked and I shake my head hysterically,
He gets up from his chair and adjust himself, "I have a meeting, would you be fine on your own?" he asked and I looked around first before nodding,
"I won't be long."
He smiles, then with one last worried look towards me, he strides off gracing me with his back and as he completely disappeared out the door,
I got up and gathered the dirty dishes into the sink and washed them, before deciding to give myself a tour around the huge mansion,
After half an hour of endless walking around the house, I had somehow found myself in a deserted hallway,
My curiosity got the better of me and I stepped further towards it, there were large portraits in Black and Gold frames hanging high on the walls and all the way down was a giant stall door that loomed proudly,
Holding onto the handle, I pushed the door open and it swung open with ease, and then I swallowed thickly, and made my way in....
