the Heart of Mr CAR
Chapter 59
CHARLOTTE
“You get right down to business, don’t you?” he replied. “I like it.” The car slowed to a halt, and the driver turned off the ignition.
I glanced out the window to see the occupants of the other vehicles exiting and heading towards the entrance. Turning back to him, I arched my eyebrows. “I’ve learned it’s the only way to live,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “So? What’s it going to be? Are you going to tell me what this is all about or not?”
“I’d prefer to show you,” he answered with a smile. I started to say something, but the driver turned around to speak to him. He looked worried for a moment, then quickly masked his emotions. I tried not to listen, but it was impossible sitting right there.
Their conversation sounded like gibberish to me, and I itched to get out of the car. My thoughts shifted to the suitcases in the backseat of the other car, and I remembered that I had been sitting still for a while in musty, uncomfortable clothes. “What I need is a bath and then a conversation about everything,” I wanted to say, but resisted the urge to interrupt.
Their discussion seemed important, and I didn’t want to disrupt it. After watching them for a while, I decided to leave the car as I started feeling uneasy. The conversation had nothing to do with me, so there was no reason to stay. I opened the door and stepped out.
I heard Thiago calling after me as I walked towards the building entrance, but I ignored him. If he was serious about showing me what this was about, he could follow me or continue speaking to his driver. I would go see for myself. A few seconds later, I heard footsteps behind me, and a smile formed at the corners of my lips as the sound got closer.
“I thought you were going to stay there forever. The suspense is killing me,” I said without turning around. Part of me had expected him to follow me, and hearing the footsteps made me feel good. But the person replied with a chuckle that instantly caught my attention; it sounded nothing like him.
I stopped and turned around to see Sonia’s blue eyes staring back at me as she hurried to catch up. I felt foolish for thinking he had followed me and lowered my gaze to the floor as she stood next to me.
“Did he send you to explain what this is all about?” I asked in a shaky voice, trying to mask my disappointment.
She walked past me and she shook her head in response, “I wouldn’t want that responsibility.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. A look of confusion crossed my features.
“A couple of things that I’m not in a position to discuss. I’m here to ensure you’re alright. The information you want, he’ll give it to you in due time, or not. That’s his cross to bear. I’m here to lead you to the penthouse,” she responded, pointing to the last floor, which housed a balcony adorned with some of the prettiest flowers I’d ever seen.
“The penthouse,” I repeated, admiring the decor. “It’s beautiful. Whose is it?”
“Yours,” she replied, stopping at the entrance. She waited until I was close and held the door open.
Dancing into the Heart of Mr.
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Chapter 59
“What do you mean? I don’t own any penthouses, especially not in LA,” I uttered, walking into the reception area. “Thank you,” I added as she shut the door.
“Well, you’re living in this one now. Signor Thiago will sort the other technicalities out,” she answered, walking towards a door in the corner of the room and pressing a button.
A low whirring sound came from beside me, and I turned to see the wall slide open, revealing an entrance to a private elevator. “Okay, this gets crazier every second. What is going on here?”
“You don’t know the half of it,” she muttered, walking past me.
“I heard that,” I retorted, following her into the elevator.
“I wanted you to,” she replied, pressing a button. The doors closed, and we started moving upwards. “You truly don’t know the half of it. A lot is going on with the Mooze family,” she continued as my eyes darted around the space.
“I don’t know how you’re involved yet; I just know this isn’t a random choice. Nobody gets access to this penthouse because they don’t have anywhere else to live. Nothing they do is random,” she added, staring at me for a while before turning away.
“I don’t understand,” I said, waves of confusion washing over me. “We only met on the plane, Thiago and I. He was
kind to me.”
“He’s kind to everyone,” she interrupted. I was taken aback by the stark contrast between her tone when she talked about the Mooze family and her tone now, referring to her boss. But I said nothing about it.
If she was insinuating that something else might be at play, I wasn’t about to let my guard down. Maybe I trusted people too quickly. I didn’t want to be jaded, but I was becoming a firm believer that our experiences shape our perspectives. If nothing here was as it seemed, I’d better watch my back every second.
“If he’s kind to everyone, why do you sound like I have Damocles‘ sword hanging over my head?” I demanded as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
