Madame

Chapter 7

Elizabeth's POV

Everyone has moved into the new mansion in Italy today, including Tomma, Devani, Lili, and Ari. It feels good to be in a bigger house, the open space makes me feel less stressed. I can hear my heels click against the floor as I make my way to my office. I push open the already slightly adjacent door and find a blonde girl bent over my desk. By her outfit, I figure she's a maid and maneuver around her to get to my desk.

"Madame." She smiles sweetly as she sees me come around the desk. I return her smile and sit in my chair, leaning back and crossing my arms over my chest. "You can be done with this room..." I don't know her name, she must be new, "Florence, Madame." A smile was still plastered on her pink lips.

I nod my head, "You can go Florence, thank you." I don't pay any more mind to her and pull out some paperwork Ricardo, my capo, sent me before his arrival a few days ago. I flip through the few photos of Mr. Ali's son, Andrew, at some clubs in Dubai. Dirty son of a bitch.

From what I've read and heard from some partners, Andrew is worse than his father, no regard for anyone without a dick between their legs. He spends his money carelessly on girls, cars, houses, and most importantly drugs and illegal imports and exports of God knows what. But I should know all of that come the next few weeks. These types of things take time and patience, two things I don't really have.

I come out of my thoughts and see Florence still standing there, "Yes?" I ask her, sitting a little straighter in my chair to muster her better, "I just wanted to introduce myself," I can barely hear her, "Go on then."

Her eyes meet mine and she looks surprised at my words, "Right. I'm Florence James, and I assure you I will try my best at every task you demand of me, Madame. I will prove my loyalty to you." Her cheeks are flushed and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from outwardly cringing.

"Well, Miss. James, I hope you follow through with what you've said. Now, please go I've got things to do." She quickly nods her head and scurries out, pushing her cleaning cart out of my office and catching my eyes once more before closing my door.

Poor girl. Most of my maids are sent by their families because they owe me some sort of money. I don't keep track, I have people for that, but they always come to me either begging to be let go or swearing they'll be loyal. I like them believing that they have a choice when in reality they don't. But it's not like they need to have choices when whatever they want they have; behave and you get whatever you want, within reason of course.

I run my hand through my hair and continue to sift through the endless paperwork that is neatly stacked on my desk. Subjects ranging from job openings to hits to news articles, but most importantly the fat folder filled with every breath that Andrew Ali has taken since his breath.

He seems to reside in illegal clubs in Dubai, owning a few entertainment and pleasure rooms around the city. Buying girls from around the world to work for the filthy men associated with him and his games. The only way to get to him, if you're a woman, is to have big assets, something that many of my working women lack, unfortunately.

I'm brought out of my thoughts by a small knock on the door, "Madame, your daughter is ready for her lessons." An older woman's voice comes through and I smile, jumping up from my seat to greet the older woman.

I open the door to reveal Concetta, her hands folded behind her back, her grey hair neatly pulled back into a bun, and a sweet smile on her face. "Ciao Concetta, you look lovely today." I compliment shutting my door behind me and walking with her to the elevator. "As do you, Lizzie. Are you not scared of getting dirt on your suit?" She asks pushing the ground floor button on the elevator.