Psychotic Love

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Chapter Nine
Wake Up- Eden

Walking into Mr Vasiliev office gave me a whole weird sensation of Deja-vu.

 The icy air in the room caused the hair on the back of my neck to rise-Even the little hairs on my arms. A spike of the frosty air kept running down my spine, making a little shudder run out my entire body.  

My uniform had no sleeves and the dress was too short to cover the length of my legs. It halted at my knees, not my lower legs. I folded my arms, attempting to shield some skin from the frosty temperatures. It didn't assist by any stretch of the imagination.

Regardless the coldness of the room. I couldn't reframe myself from admiring the room.

Mr Vasiliev office was unique, almost like him. Almost.

The floor was black- Bright and glossy and that only added a slight brightness to the plain white walls. I was surprised that I could even identify the colour of the walls. Every inch of space on the four walls either had a framed art piece or photographs of popular worldwide people.

There were photographs and paintings of Queen Elizabeth, Martin Luther King Jr, Grand Duke Sergei Alexandrovich of Russia and that was only naming a few. There was dozen surrounding his room. If I had wanted to observe every piece of art in his room, it seems like it would take me a full day to do so.

I might have to do that one day. If I am still alive to do so.

The first piece of art that didn't include an iconic person, yet it was almost as beautiful as the others. My eyes laid on a photograph of Moscow Kremlin with its beautiful structure and shading. I have never been to Russia, or I don't believe I have. But from just looking at the photograph I could tell it was huge and was very popular in Russia.

And directly next to the photograph was another appealing piece of art to look at.

It was a painting of The Big Ben. From what Thomas, the older man I met a week back had told me. We were in the eye of England this second- London. Mr Vasiliev manor was in London and that knowledge confused me even more.

Mr Vasiliev didn't hold an English accent, almost none of them did. The three that did hold an English accent was Thomas, Diana and Alec. But besides them, everyone else held an accent besides an American accent- The accent I apparently held. I was the only one so far with an American accent.

Ioann held an Australian accent, but from earlier conversations, I had with him- Only three conversations in total. I could hear a hint of Irish leaving his lips accidently. It would make sense, with his bright ginger hair and freckled covered face.

Gabriella had an Italian accent. Antony and Petya both held a Russian Accent along with Mr Vasiliev.

Even some of the maids and staff members that I held conversations with all had different accents. Varieties of them. Spanish, French, all kinds.

It was weird. They were all from different locations- Countries. Yet they all worked perfectly well with one another. Where did Mr Vasiliev find all these people.?

Who was Mr Vasiliev really? And from what Gabriella told me in the kitchen before everyone interrupting. What type of business was Mr Vasiliev establishing?

Was it dangerous?

Was it illegal?

It had to be illegal. He is willing to kill me to keep my mouth shut.

"Ivanna, you look like a lost pup. Please sit, before I put you in the seat myself" Mr Vasiliev voice raised. Alarming me of his presence. It was slightly embarrassing to admit, that I forgot he was in the room with me. He even invited me to step into the room.