"A new agent? "Both of his hands raised in a questioning gesture towards the young Ferguson, like praising, but Roman's face indeed shocked in horror.
"You're playing with the devil, miss," he says.
He held his neck, directly covering his mouth, striding back and forth in front of the chimney at Arianna's office.
"No, I'm the devil, and you forgot to knock..." she said, gazing at him.
Roman storms out of the room and closes the door behind him after one pace in the hallway, and he quickly knocks on Orianna's office.
"Come in, "Orianna replied, watching him like he didn't take his medicine, nerves everywhere on him, terrified as he looks.
Idiot
"Whatever is in your head, miss, I suggest you must stop it! No sooner the better! "Roman held his breath, but a contrary tone asserted.
He can't collect himself, and he is nervous about it. And the way he looked at Orianna was like a kid looking at him back and forth.
"No, you stop it! "Orianna shifts the course.
"Besides, wipe that horror façade off your face, Roman; it is creepy." She replied, tossing the attention towards him.
"I've seen it before; yes, it is! I witness it all right in my eyes, Miss Orianna, and now this? " Roman, still striding back and forth.
"Yeah right, see, I came from the family. Having a family line of countless obsessive-compulsive collectors, and you can sum it up as being an A-hole narcissist, yes, indeed that sounds so much fun. Orianna, calmly sarcastic, poured and handed him a glass of whiskey to make the nerves of him stop.
"Plus hoarders, yeah, I get it! One of the perks of my last name. I'm not surprised; I can't escape that legacy, Roman. I always am! Like this state, as I always said this. I'll carry that till my deathbed; as long as I carry their genes, I will never escape. "She smirked devilishly as she enjoyed it.
"You could understand me better than this Roman; it's not my choice." She sounded to beg pity on him.
"Of course, miss, there's someone who always chooses for us. That's sad, living someone else's choice." Roman held his necktie.
"And would you please calm down, Roman? " She asked him to be calmed; seeing the old man behaving deliriously himself, Orianna watched him while swallowing her wine, waiting for the time for the gathering.
"But that's the thing, eh? Kacey is not a valuable item that you can collect and reject. You are deadlier as compared to yours. — "stopping himself, he formed a fist with both of his hands.
"What Roman proceed? What is it preventing you from? I won't file a complaint, hmm? Compared to "what?—Provoking him, arching her brows.
Orianna was impatient towards him, and she directly splashed her wine into the chimney, resulting in it flaring into massive flames.
Roman jumps to the cushion-like he lost his soul out of her body seeing the fire come out on a chimney; a minute ago, it had a calm, glowing fire.
"Oh fuck! Orianna! You want me to be a burning man in this place? What's wrong with you? Since you have your visions back, Roman sounded pissed.
"What is that attitude, Orianna? What's going on!? " Roman obtaining himself.
" Fire... "Orianna calmly edging his pants.
"Tell me! — "He was cut, noticing his trousers burning behind. He quickly dropped himself, stopping the flame eating his trousers.
Orianna only glanced at him; he looked a complete mess but still composed himself as an old man does. Act nothing happens; even most of his left leg showed up.
"Do you want me dead? Hmm? " Roman shot her a dreadful question, but Orianna was like a stone.
He is a tall and considerable man, his face covered with a beard, but he acted in so much horror like a kid who saw a ghost in his face for the first time.
Orianna snatched his eyeglasses and walked closer to him and placed them where they belonged.
"I'm so sorry, Roman... "Orianna said, positioning his glasses on him.
"Don't blame me when the day comes that I didn't warn you to, Miss Orianna... I'm afraid I'm watching a real Ferguson here, more deadly and dangerous this time. Compared to your father's and great-grandfather's, "he said, standing up firmly to create a fist holding his emotion towards the young Ferguson.
"I admire the concern of Roman... he told him softly.
"It's Allister... even if you don't tell me, miss," he said, almost in a whisper reply from him, gritting his teeth, then immediately storming out of the room, wiping his face with his hand, and putting his eyeglasses back on.
* * *
"The suit fits perfectly, miss. Are you sure you prefer not to wear this dress? " Nilde asked.
"Aunt Allister, what is she wearing tonight? Have you heard any? " She inquired.
"I've heard from Roman she's also wearing a suit. Are you sure you prefer not to wear the dress it said for protocols for the gathering, miss? " Nilde said curiously.
"Fuck policies, Nilde," sounded pissed.
"Okay, well, if this suit makes you comfortable, then it's fine; I am only worried and concerned," Nilde pointed out.
"I understand what you meant; thank you, Nilde, "Orianna insisted.
"The party will start in an hour; be ready. I'm only down in the hallway if you need anything. I'm making you familiar with the place since it's a big one and also preparing the other things you needed, she said, grabbing a few clothes and boxes of jewelry laid on the bed.
"Oh, before I forget, this droplet serves as a moisturizer for your eyes if it feels dry, "a maternal concern to Orianna.
She said and smiled, leaving. Orianna took a few steps and peeked at the window; she saw a Porsche arriving in front of the porches of the place.
"Aunt Allister, "she smirked.
"Miss? " Roman knocked.
"Come in, "she told him, holding the curtains peeking down.
"Miss Allister just a few seconds ago arrived, and you were being called to attend the meeting room," Roman informed.
"Whoa. They don't tell us we have a meeting before the party; what the hell, who's accountable for these nice organizers?" sarcastically said, raising hands and complaining.
"I've supposed no conferences miss, but Miss Allister seeks an audience with you. I'll bring you to her in the meeting room, miss. He offered to usher her as a blind individual.
"No, Roman, I'll go there," she insisted, but Roman.
Shrugged face asking didn't say a word, is waiting.
"I'm sorry, I forgot no one else knew I could see again." Orianna lowered her tone and had her walking stick.
"Right, let me do my job outside this room, miss. As far as everyone will start any suspicion, to their eyes, they see you as a blind woman, so let me take that role for you to assist," he conceded, and she smiled.
" Wait, how's your burn?"
"I don't have it on my skin, "Roman responded.
"Forgive me about my behavior; you were right; it's Allister... "Orianna admits.
"I know you liked her miss, I'm not blind to noticing," he said, opening the door for her.
"But— "Roman gazed at her, almost losing his jaw, looking at her black suit that was really against the rule.
"Don't start it, Roman. I do want to wear anything I like; besides, I'm an orphaned. They still think I'm mourning ".
"You're mourning because Allister has her, "he quickly teased.
Orianna paused and took a deadly look at him in silent corridors with a few classic dimmed lights a few steps apart.
Then he drops off his hand and walks beside her with hands clasped behind, following the young Ferguson. Their shoe heels talk to the walls, echoing sounds accompany them pretending she's blind.
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