A year in Italy

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I slowly knocked expecting someone I may know. A deep voice came from inside..."It's open", then I slowly pushed the doors open and was met by a a tall man standing next to one of the large windows facing the garden. The room looked like it was some kind of study, " Uh hello?" I said with hesitation. The man then turned around and placed his hands in his pocket and faced me, he was wearing a white T-shirt that had two buttons that were unbuttoned at the top, with black pants, "who are you" I asked with a firm voice. He looked at me with his dark brown eyes and I could feel my body surrendering to him without my consent, "I told you in the note, I am your savior". I stood there looking at him for a moment speculating his next move, "why am I here savior?", he let out a small laugh which sent a chill down my spine... how can a man be so perfect to this extend?

"You are here because I didn't want you to wake up confused and scared of how you got into that hotel room", he waited for my next question but I stood there, silent. " Don't you want me to offer you an opportunity of a life time?", I got interested and asked, "what opportunity?". He stood there seeming as if he had second thoughts about his proposal, "I run a mafia business and I want you to be my right hand woman", he said as he slowly walked to a desk near where he was standing, to sit down. "why would you want a stranger to be part of your mafia business? ..Are you not afraid that I will report this to the authorities?" He smirked and I swear I felt weak and vulnerable at that point, was I really willing to submit to a stranger like this man who won't even tell me his name? " I am not worried because even if you report me or my business, it will be useless... I own this country, this is my playground... baby girl around here I am the authority"

" Say I agree to be part of this business, what will I get in return?", he stood up and walked to me and placed his hand on my cheek and gently stroked it, " well... me of course" I felt weak and I could feel my face burning up as he said those words, " W-what?" he then removed his hand from my face and went back to being the serious man I first saw when I walked in his study. "I will pay you triple the amount of money you earn per month". I then tried to be firm and stand my ground " wait, I need to think about it first". He turned around and went to his desk and picked up a card then walked back to me and gave me card with his number on it. " I will call my driver to take you back to your place", I turned around to leave but a question struck my mind at that moment " wait, how did you know that I was not Italian?" he looked at me with confusion, the I added " the note in the room, it's written in English not Italian... how did you know I am not Italian?" with the cutest smirk, he said "Baby girl... I know my Italian women, and you are not one of them".

I walked out of the room and was met by a woman, " hello there, and who are you?", I will be lying if I said I was not jealous of her fashion sense, " Oh I am Camilla" I held out my hand to give her a hand shake, but she just starred at it and brushed my introduction off as if i had not said a word. " Okay, Ciara" then she walked into the room I had just come out of, " did she just deliberately say my name wrong?" I asked myself as the driver saw me and called me over to him. I walked away brushing off the interaction with woman I had seen. Who is she? I wanted to ask the driver but I did not want to seem nosy. " Where do you live?" he asked "[location omitted]".