The Marvelous Revenge Of Delia Jones

Chapter 3 - Work

I place down my pen as I finish the last of my work for the afternoon. It has been a long morning of filling out paperwork and filing it.

It's been a few weeks since I went and saw Davis and got hired by Francesco. Not much has happened. Every day I wake up, take a cold shower, go down and eat breakfast, go to my office, fill out paperwork, eat lunch, finish filling out paperwork, go to the library, eat dinner, go to the parlor, talk about my day, take a bath, and then go to sleep.

Today is bright and sunny. I don't wish to spend it inside. So once I finish my work I ring for a maid, and in a matter of seconds, one is gently knocking at my door and entering my study.

"How may I assist you, Miss?" She asks, her voice soft and quiet.

I rise from my desk and walk towards the maid. "I was wondering if I could take a walk around the house."

"Let me check with Mr. Fenocesski," she leaves, closing the door behind her. I wait at the door for her return, and when she does she says, "Mr. Fenocesski said you may go as long as you take a maid and a guard with."

"Okay," Is all I say.

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"And that's that when I said 'Hey man, you can't do that,'" the men laugh. They are talking about something they did to a man once. I think they are just trying to show off in front of me, it's not working.

"Wait, wait, wait," one of them pipes up, "I have a better story-"

"No, you don't," Francesco finally says, his voice firm. "Let me enjoy my meal without your endless squawking," Francesco goes back to cutting his steak.

"Did you hear what happened to the Mario family?" Delio asks.

"Later," Francesco says.

Delio glances at me. A threatening look in his eyes.

"How was your day Delia?" Francesco asks. Delio breaks his stare.

"It was alright," I say.

"Good."

"Hey!" One of the men says, "You never ask us about our days!"

"Because no one wants to hear about the idiotic things you spend your time with," Delio says through clenched teeth.

"Hey, I want you to know those 'idiotic' things are better than what you do Mr. Grouch," the man says.

Delio points his knife at the guy, "I suggest you close your trap before I cut off your tongue."

I jump at the touch of Francesco's hand on my arm, "Why don't I take you somewhere where they aren't fighting," his tone is sincere.

I nod and get up from my seat, following Francesco out of the chaos happening in the dining room.

"Grab us some ice cream," Francesco stops a maid as we make our way across the entrance hall.

"Yes, sir," the maid bows her head and leaves towards the kitchen.

"Come," Francesco gently places his hand on my back and guides me to the parlor.

The parlor isn't one of the bigger rooms in the house but it is the coziest. From the green carpet to the brown leather couches. The whole room makes you feel like you are in a small cozy home. Even the fireplace is lit, chasing the cold air of the night out.

Francesco plops down on the couch and pats the spot next to him, signaling for me to join him. Once I sit down, he places an arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

I smile and look down at my lap where my shaking hands sit.

Francesco hooks his hand under my chin, pulling it up so I can look him in his eyes.