Hiding Behind Rags

Chapter 2

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As Ali watched Carson's retreating back make his way back towards the main entrance all she could think about was him. How handsome he looked, how strong he seemed to be, and above all how wonderful that kiss he had placed on her hand was. It made her insides melt.

When Carson reached the end of the hallway and turned the corner Ali finally snapped out of her Carson related thoughts and mentally slapped herself.

'I can't do this to myself!' she thought. 'I am here for one reason and one reason only! This is my last chance and I'm not about to let some crush mess it all up! I am going to find out who killed Mr. Vier and prove to the agency that I am capable of great things!'

Finally more confident in herself with her new found determination on the case she pushed open the kitchen door and took in her new surroundings.

The first word to came to Ali's mind, was wow.

The kitchen was huge! There must have been up to twenty different cooking stations scattered around the room. Each with a chef, oven, microwave, refrigerator, and several different cooking utensils. On the far wall there were shelves stacked with all types of vegetables, fruits, breads, and many other foods. The kitchen appliances alone must have cost thousands of dollars!

'How did this family get this much money?' She wondered. It must have had something to do with Mr. Vier's job. Ali made a mental note to finally read the case file that Mrs. Hazlet had given her because she knew for sure that very important information would be in that file. Another thing that Ali knew was that Mr. Vier definitely had power and large amounts of money, and with those two things come people with grudges and people who want that power and money all too themselves.

While Ali was in her deep train of thought, one of the chefs who was in about his mid twenties with curly red hair under his chef's hat approached Ali.

The chef tapped her shoulder. " May I help u? " he asked with a French accent.

"Um, yes actually. I'm looking for an Alex" Ali replied.

"Ah, you are the new maid from America, no?"

"Yes I am. And I would love to stay and chat but I'm guessing that I have a lot of catching up to do." She replied.

"Yes, yes, I understand but we will have to catch up later. My name is Barson by the way." he said in a rather flirtatious way.

'Wow' Ali thought. 'most of the guys here seem to like me a lot because of my looks... this could come in handy.'

"Oh well it's nice to meet you Barson. My name is Ali and yes we definitely should talk later, but now I would be very grateful if you would just tell me where Alex is."

"Ok" Barson sighed. "I am very sure that Alex is in the dining room cleaning up. So you would want to go out that door, through the hallway and in the next room will be the dining room." He said pointing to another white door at the other end of the kitchen.

"Thank you so much Barson!" Ali said as she started making her way over to the white door on the other side of the kitchen.

"Goodbye Ali!" he said. "I'll see you later!"

With that Ali had reached the white door and had entered the blue carpeted hallway behind it. She slowed her pace to a halt and examined the walls to find just what she had been hoping to find, portraits and paintings of everyone in the Vier family dating back to the early eighteen hundreds.

Knowing that the very first people in the Vier family weren't neededto solve the case, Ali moved towards the end of the hall where the most recent portraits were. On the left side of the wall closest to the door was a picture of Ms. Vier and to the left, Mr. Vier. On the opposite side of the hall was a picture of Samantha Vier and Rick Vier who Ali assumed to be Ms. Viers's daughter and son.

Quickly, Ali took out a small note pad and pen, writing down both of their children's birth dates and ages along with Mr. Vier and Ms Vier's birth dates and age.

Knowing that she needed to start her chores and find Alex, Ali slipped the note pad and pen back into her pocket and opened the door leading to the dining room, wondering what her daily chores would be and how hard she would actually have to work just while being undercover.

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