My second day, after work, I pack up my things and tell my parents that I'm moving out.
"That's it? You're just leaving?," my mom asks, obviously offended.
"It's part of the job, mom; I can't let go of a well paying job over something as simple as moving out.."
"She's right, honey. She needs to get out on her own. She can't have her entire life revolve around us," my father chimes in.
My mother shoots him a death glare.
"This is the thanks we get for giving you a place to stay?"
"I love you both, and I'm grateful for all you've done for me; but if I ever want to make progress, I have to go out on my own."
"Fine, but when you end up mugged and left for dead, don't blame me," she snaps and stomps off.
My father and I stand in the living room, each holding a box of my things in stunned silence.
"Ignore her, Ange. She'll get over it. You know your mom, always so concerned over her only baby."
"I hope so. I'm thankful you're so supportive, dad. It helps."
"Not at all Ange. Now let's get these last boxes out to your car and you're on your way."
We carry the boxes out to the trunk of my Camry and shut the door. My dad pulls me in for a hug.
"Good luck, sweetie. Remember, if you need us, we're always available."
"I know, daddy. I'll come visit soon."
And with that I slide into the driver's seat and take off down the road. Jean's house is about forty-five minutes away, so I flip on the bluetooth in my car. After an hour of listening to my rock playlist and driving through rolling hills, my GPS takes me down a heavily wooded road.
The trees seem to devour the road behind me as I make my way farther into the thickest part of the woods, when finally I reach a large wrought iron gate. As I pull up, I see a security booth with a man inside. I roll down my window as he approaches me with a cold glare.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
I'm momentarily a little stunned by his abrasiveness.
"I'm Mr. Le Chiffre's new assistant. I'm moving into the guest house," I explain as I hold up my work ID.
He looks it over then goes back into the little shack and makes a call. He comes back moments later, holding a sticker for my windshield.
"Put this in the top corner of your windshield, and when you need to be let in the gate will automatically open for you."
"Thank you, sir," I say as I pull through the gate.
He retreats back into the small building. As I drive down the long driveway, an extravagant mansion comes into view with a decent-sized house next door, which I assume is where I'm supposed to go. I pull into the driveway in front, and a couple men from Jean's security team pop out of the door to help me bring in my boxes. As we're moving the things I brought with me into the house, I look at the ornate house next door and see Jean is watching us. I give him a shy wave; he gives me a nod then turns away.
'Weird…'
We set the last of my things inside the door and I thank the men who helped me. They ignore me as they leave. I begin putting boxes in their respective rooms. As I begin filling the shelves in the living room with my collectibles, books, and pictures, I hear a knock at the door.
"Come in!"
I hear the door open, but no one speaks. As I turn around to grab another book, I look to the entrance and see Jean standing in the living room watching me with an amused look.
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All In (Le Chiffre×OFC)
FanfictionEvangeline Ollette is hired as an assistant to the mysterious banker, Le Chiffre. *LC maybe slightly out of character. I don't know too much about his background; I apologize*