Orazio (Vol. 1) Orazio and the Isis hormone.

Mrs. Johnson

- Hello - answered a woman's voice.
- Um, hello - said Orazio nervously - I'm calling for Jane... Johnson.
- Yes, speaking.
- Oh, uh, my name is Orazio and...
- What do you want? - said the woman with an impatient tone.

Orazio stood for a moment without knowing what to say. Indeed, what did he want with that phone call? The truth is that he didn't know. He was about to hang up, but he forced himself not to.

- Grace gave me your number. She said you could help me.
- I see - the woman said in a deadpan voice - All right, give me a second.
- Thank you.

Orazio waited a few moments and listened to the woman's voice again.

- Yes, Grace gave you my number, didn't she?
- Yes, she did.
- Very well - said the woman - I think I could help you, but first I would have to meet you. Grace didn't tell you exactly how to get to my house?
- No.
- Hmm, well it's not too far from the university. I'll send a driver to pick you up. Send me your location - said Jane Johnson.

Orazio did as he was told. "Thank you" he said by way of farewell.

A few minutes later a chauffeur driving a high-end car arrived to pick Orazio up. He was surprised that it was not an automatic car. From what he had seen, no one was driving anymore.

Orazio entered the vehicle in the back. The driver didn't talk much, but Orazio was curious. He was the first man with a job he had seen.

- Excuse me... - he said somewhat shyly - How did you get this job? There's not much work for men these days, I'm told.

The man turned to look at him.

- I'm a fucking genius - he said with a rather serious expression.

A fucking genius, huh? Orazio thought.

- How long have you had the job? - he asked, wanting to know more about the man.
- About a year and a half - said the man returning to concentrate on driving.

Orazio nodded and opened his mouth to ask more questions, but then the car stopped in front of a huge mansion.
- This is it - said the driver.

Orazio leaned out the window to get a better look. It was a huge house. It reminded Orazio more of a hotel than a house. He got out of the car and a male android, dressed as a butler, came out to greet him.

- Mrs. Johnson is waiting for you in her office - he said in a pleasant voice.

Following the android, Orazio entered the huge mansion through the front door. The android led him to the door of Mrs. Johnson's office and knocked on the door.

- Mr. Orazio D'Aquino is here, ma'am - said the android.
- Let him in - answered a female voice.

The android opened the door for Orazio and he found himself in front of what could be the richest woman in the city. She was wearing an elegantly pressed blue suit with a red trim. She was in her mid-fifties and was watching him intently from behind a huge, luxurious desk.

- Grace certainly still has good taste in boys - she said, looking Orazio up and down.
- Yes, she does - nodded Orazio without any false modesty and wondering why he had agreed to go there.

- Well, how can I help you? - she said after an awkward pause.

Orazio looked around and took a seat in front of the desk.

Mrs. Johnson shook her head in annoyance.
- Haven't they taught you any manners? - she said.
- No, ma'am - Orazio answered, not sure what the question was about.