My mafia | Daerin

4.

POV: Danielle
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I was surprisingly in a good mood today. This morning, I made her some French crepes. She looked pleasantly surprised with how beautiful my dish looked. I smiled just thinking about it. I was always good at making dishes look beautiful. And crepes just so happen to be the dish I'm best at.

All day, I have been reading and exploring the house. I found a library, a gym, and outdoors, a pool and garden. It wasn't looking too bad here, honestly. During the day, I'm alone and could do a lot of things in this huge, gorgeous house, and at night, I slept safely in a room no one enters. However, I still missed my home.

Currently, I am finishing up steak and mashed potatoes.

My mashed potatoes included a little cheese, bacon, and scallions to add a but of flavour, so it was a favourite recipe.

I heard her walking in, and I promptly set the plate down for her and took a spot next to her. I didn't expect her to say anything since she hasn't said much in past encounters with her, so it surprised me to her say some words.

"What have you eaten today?"

"Some crepes this morning and snacks from your pantry." I mumbled, blushing because I felt like I was stealing from her even though I need food to keep me alive.

"Not good." I heard her mumble. "Get a plate." She commanded. I knew what she was going to do.

"It's fine. I don't need any -"

She cut me off, "I said to get a plate." This time with more force. I quickly scurried off to the cabinet containing them. Once i put my plate down, she commanded again, "Get a fork and knife." I did as she told me to do, and when I came back, I saw her scooping some of her mashed potatoes on my plate.

"What are you doing? It's your food." I quietly said.

"You need to eat. Next time, make some for yourself as well." She started to cut her fillet mignon in half.

"I don't need that. It's expensive." I told her to leave some more food on her plate.

"I don't care how much it costs. Eat all my lobster or caviar. I don't care. I'll buy you whatever food you want. Just make sure to eat properly." She placed one half of the steak near my mashed potatoes.

"Eat."

I hesitantly picked up my fork and knife and began to eat. Together, we ate in silence. This one wasn't as awkward as the last two times we age together.

Maybe it's because I have something to do.

She finished before I did, but waited for me to finish before she got up to put her and my plate in the sink. I walked behind her to clean the plates.

"What are you doing?" She asked as I started to clean one of the plates.

"Washing the plates." I replied. She shook her head.

"I have maids for a reason. You don't need to clean anything."

"It's okay. I've been doing it in the past,"

She cut me off again. "Don't clean them anymore. It's just work you don't have to do. Come upstairs with me." I was hesitant to stop cleaning the plate, but her eyes always held a look that screamed don't argue with me.

I slowly put down everything and followed her upstairs. She opened a door that I have not tried before because it's always locked. She held it open and motioned for me to go inside. I walked right in to see an office. It must be her office. Why am I here?

"Sit." She pointed to the black leather couch near her desk. I sat down and watched her sit at her desk, typing away on her computer.

After about 20 minutes, I was bored out of my mind. Why does she want me here?