If distanced in isolation increase love, I was sure having him in varieties of scenarios in my head.
He has given me a phone. But who can I contact? I still asked him in case my contacting him leaks his whereabouts.
'Can I call Kai?'
Texting him I slid my phone back in my pocket. Staring at Matteo in the front seat next to the driver. Both equally scary.
This morning a man with shrewd dark eyes, set jaw and army short hairs knocked on my door, "Ms. Marcell. Are you awake? Mr. Trevino has appointed me to take you to the main house." It was nine in the morning and I did heard that but I didn't respond.
What if he's lying? For three consecutive hours he repeated the same sentence politely. Even his knocks were limited to three at a time.
I texted Callen to confirm.
He texted back almost immediately to leave with him.
So before he could open his mouth on the fourth hour, I surprised this guy plastering a smile, he is stone faced like others. He greeted with a formal introduction. "Good afternoon Miss. Marcell, I am Matteo Len. Mr. Trevino's orders are to take you to the main house."
"I'm ready." I say as I examine him. His muscularity was visible even through his uniform.
And here we are now. One car following behind with couple of men for my safety. I wasn't aware until the rear view mirror reflected the exact same car as this. I didn't gave it much thought, but that car kept the same pace at every turn and through traffic, I knew then not one but four to six people are planted on by callen.
His reach to the hell scared me.
I checked the news. There was no news of the attack at the airport. I scrolled further, yet no signs of yesterday's damage. The flights were all on time. Not even a single pic hundreds of people clicked was up.
A cold shiver ran down my shoulders. It was a terrifying relief.
Should I be relieved or frightened of this man?
The vehicle halts in front of an apartment building, silver mirrored walls, not a tinge of dirt around. Matteo helped me out of the car. The gates automatically open as I approached. Two guards inside by a spread round counter greeted me. "Good evening Miss. Marcell. We are happy to have you here. This is Twan." he points to his bald partner at his side.
"Hello. I'm Zenovia Marcell. Nice to meet you all." My beaming face was onn. They were abiding by the rules not really happy to have me. I can tell.
"I'll show you your room." Twan came forward.
"No need. Just tell me the floor no. I'll be alright by myself." I offered. I am free of luggage anyways.
The house is burnt down. My files and research work is terminated, clothes come as pass downs to me. It's pretty much I'm living on charity these days.
"Its fifth floor, Miss Marcell. You can use that elevator." He did look taken aback but didn't let his smile falter.
"You can call me Zenovia. Miss Marcell sounds very formal." I clarified to make everyone more comfortable around me, Everyone had their eyes fixed to the floor.
