"Come in," she said. Orianna flipped the letter and placed it in the drawer, folded her arms between her chest, and snatched the sleeves of her dress to calm herself.
She's trying to hide her emotion.
"Is it done? Did you deliver the box of perfume? "She asked while the girl was walking towards her.
"Yes, miss, I placed it in a medium box from the boutique and, of course, the note from you with a huge ribbon lace on top," she replied.
"But, miss, I'm afraid in unusual address, she's not living in her old flat anymore; it's her mother's. Was it in there?" Orianna is paying attention to her.
"I searched her new address; your orders were nothing has changed. I obeyed exactly as you told Miss, she added as she grabbed a small paper on her fitted suit and handed it over.
"Good," Orianna said, taking the small envelope and turning around while having a glance at it. Walking towards her table using her walking stick.
"Is her bed soft? " She looked down at the soft fire burning on the chimney, serving to warm the setting at her office.
"Yes, miss, very soft, "she replied with her hands clasped on her back.
"Did you sit on it? " Orianna asked curiously, paying attention to the fact of acting as a blind woman in front of her new agent but never leaving her sight on the glowing fire.
"Yes, miss, as you instructed me, "she responded, without reluctance, standing near the window.
"Give me the new address; just place it in there in the nightstand beside you, "she instructed without facing her, never leaving herself near the chimney standing.
"Thank you, "she added and sat on her chair, acting as a blind woman.
"I'm afraid it's from your aunt's place, miss, "she said.
Damn it, Aunt Allister...
Orianna whispered, hiding her emotion.
" Take the enveloped "she command.
"Okay...miss, "the agent came hesitantly, looking at the two thick envelopes full of cash, arching her brows, peeking.
" Take it," Orianna ordered, tracing her forefinger on a walking stick.
"Anything you wanted me to do, miss? " she said, looking at her digital wristwatch. Roman gave orders not to have a lengthy dialogue on Orianna. He acts like a father to her.
"Check the place, become the neighbor, take the phone, and two envelopes, and send me pictures and videos," Orianna ordered.
"Oh... even if it's in the bathroom, miss? "Curiously implored.
"A little respect, please. Thank you, "Orianna insisted.
"I'm sorry, miss, "her agent lowered her head, expressing the awkwardness of her boss.
"Don't masturbate whatever you see, just a reminder, "she added.
"I have to go now, miss," she said.
"Wait! Where are her clothes!" Her voice immediately panicked.
"It's in here, miss, a place in your table," she said.
Looks like Orianna's acting is convincing; even her highly skilled girl agent buys it.
" Now go, leave... take the money and the phone; wait till my next job for you, "she ordered.
"Okay, miss, "the agent exited the room like a bubble popped and gone.
Why, Aunt Allister, why did you take her from me?
Orianna sighed, gritting her teeth, grabbing her letter opener knife, unconsciously forming a fist, watching her blood flow dripping on the table, and looking far away, sitting still, dealing with her rage.
Moments passed, and Orianna picked gently and cut open the plastic, sealed using the letter opener knife coated with her blood, dried, and took the white tank top that Kacey's been wearing earlier washing her vehicles.
Orianna gently places it on her cheeks and smoothly sniffs the cotton-made cloth while closing her eyes deeply.
Kacey...
She whispered, After that, place it on one of the chairs hanging.
She stared at it for a while, having a glass of wine, in front of it, walking, and occasionally she sat across while staring.
" "Knocked"—Roman's voice caught her attention.
"Come on in, Roman, "she said, putting away the glass of wine.
" I didn't know you were a collector of slashed thieves of soiled clothes now. "He teased.
" Yes, I carried that fucking name, Roman, a collector of things, she sarcastically replied, referring to their line of business, the Fergusons, as an antique and rare, expensive jewelry collection inherited by her grandfathers, passed down by generations.
"But she is not a thing. I mean, do you have a thing on her? " Roman laughed at her, grinning.
"I'll masturbate it tonight, Roman, using this to feed your fantasies," Orianna said, grinning at him.
"Good, at least you could make an exception this time," he said, smiling.
"Now leave... I'll perform a ritual on that. It's a collector's item, "she looked at Kacey's tank top on the chair where it was placed.
"Right," he said awkwardly.
Looking at Roman, he didn't even remove the poker expression he was wearing, leaving the room immediately.
"Do you want Nilde to dress up that wound? " He offered pulling the doorknob with him, attempting to close.
" No, thank you, I'm fine, "she refuses.
"She's downstairs; no need to sniff that clothes," he winked.
Orianna didn't buy it; instead, she threw Roman her service letter knife at him as he closed the door, hiding and grinning.
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Let it Rain | Orianna | Book1 | WLW
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