“The sleeping beauty will wake up in an hour or something,” Claude said after his call with Jade.Flora shook her head in understanding and looked to Carl who sighted in relief and at Lottie who was still asleep. A While ago, Gimmy got the kids back from the hospital. There were no added implants in their bodies. Lottie got proper treatment but she was still unconscious.Martha and Flora prepared three rooms on the first floor to be used by the kids and their nanny. The rooms were not far from the principal hall of the mansion, but they were quite away from Claude’s department:“Aren’t you going to work, sir?” asked Flora in a low voice.“Not yet. At least I want to see the girl awake,” responded Claude who was sitting on the couch by her side“You are extremely careful, aren’t you?”“I am just responsible.”Carl sat on the carpet, by the bed of Lottie. He held her hand and put his head on the bed. He was exhausted after all the action last night. And he needed sleep. Yet, although Fl
The secret passage led Claude and Carl to a room underground. Carl followed Claude in. Although they were underground and the room looked quite old, the air smelled fresh: "I take care of this room personally. Except you and me, none know about its existence."Carl grew anxious. He felt the heaviness of the secret Claude was sharing with him. It was night dark there. Claude lit the passage with his phone torch. Then, coming to the room, he moved a metallic bar, and suddenly, ten hanging fire torches flared up. Carl was finally able to see the secret room. It was a library full of aged books. In the middle of it, there was a round table of African Blackwood. Around the table, there were ten fancy armchairs. In front of each chair, there was an open book. Carl opened his mouth in astonishment. His father told him about this before! He thought it was a silly legend! Mesmerized, he took a tour around the table, looking into every book, never daring to touch any: “Latin, Hebrew, Arabic,
Carl was tired, so Flora asked him to take some rest while she take care of Lottie's needs: - I took the day off. We can spend the whole day together!- Do you have another job, Sister Flora?- Yes, I do work as a florist.Lottie laughed hard: - A florist called Flora!Flora shared her laugh: - If sir allows it, you can spend a day with me in the flower shop.- I would like to! I adore flowers!Lottie and Flora went along well. They shared many interests and they both possessed a high amount of empathy and gentleness. After some chatting, Martha bought them a fancy breakfast: Soft eggs, brownies, cream cake, strawberry juice, chocolate milk, cappuccino, bacon, Feta cheese, Gouda cheese, Parmesan cheese, croissant, pain aux Chocolat, and some fruits and fresh veggies. - Oh, Aunt Martha! You didn't have to tire yourself that much! We had to go to eat in the kitchen! Apologized Flora.- Never mind, madam! It's no big deal. Plus, the young master ordered the workers to make sure you a
Flora sneezed, suddenly.“Bless you! Are you cold Sister Flora?”“No, dear Lottie. Maybe someone is talking about me behind my back!” Flora and Lottie were preparing a list of needs:“Okay, dear. Let me read it. So we ought got you: some pajamas, dresses, underwear, toothbrush, hair brushes, and shampoos to take care of that silky hair too, notebooks, stationary, a coat, boots, socks, an umbrella, back bag, a sports suit would be useful too, sneakers, black shoes, a ballerina shoes,... Did I forget something”“I don’t need all of that Sister!”“No, you do! You even need more but I can’t recall everything for the moment.”“But…”“You will soon be the foster child of Claude Knightly, the CEO of the biggest company in the city. He wants to pamper you as a princess. So you will be treated as a princess!”Princess.Flora felt bittersweetness. She remembered the first time Jack called her ‘princess’. It was the day he proposed to her. Once her father told her about the proposal, Flora got
When Mielle heard the doorbell, she jumped from her place. And when she saw the face of the visitor she sighed, bothered: “It is you!”It was Claude Knightly.“The coffee shop is still open I suppose?” he said while flipping the door’s signboard to ‘CLOSED’.“We don’t have enough luxury to welcome you properly Mr. Knightly!” mocked she“Gosh, Mielle! Can’t you even bother hiding your hate?!” laughed he.Mielle laughed too. She asked him to sit by the window and prepared him a bitter espresso:“The usual!” she said “With no sugar”“Thank you, dear.”“You sure you don’t want some cake or cookies?”“No, please. I detest sweet things”“Yet you like Flora!”“Flora will always be the exception!”They laughed again.“A cigar?” she proposed “I don’t encourage customers to smoke to keep the atmosphere clean. But, no one is here except us. So I will allow it just once”“That’s extremely generous!” Claude accepted the offer.Mielle took a wooden box out of the shelve and gave a Cuban cigar to Cl
Flora came out of the Rolls Royce wearing her usual disguise and a black formal suit. Vlad came out of the car as well and he ordered the driver to go and park it:“Do you have to go back to work while your arm is still wrapped in bondage?” asked FloraVlad raised his eyebrows in agreement. Flora thought she might get used with time to Vlad's non-verbal way of expressing himself. She sighed and smiled looking at the building they will get into The Knightly’s & co. It is the biggest company in the whole city, having one of the largest capital funds in the world. Its CEO is the young billionaire Claude Knightly, Flora’s protector, and master. Today he asked for her, so she rushed from her flower shop to meet him.Entering the company, Flora was feeling the employees’ eyes following her:“Who’s that woman?”“She came out of the CEO’s Rolls Royce!”“Is that Vlad walking by her side? The CEO’s bodyguard?!”“She must be someone special to the CEO.”“Is she a businesswoman or something? Does
Flora opened her mouth in shock seeing Veronica coming in and closing the door. She stood from her armchair and secretly, put her hand on her back where she was hiding her gun. Then, Flora came back sober when she recalled that she was disguising. Veronica didn’t discover her identity… yet.Veronica was smiling like a damn witch. She looked beautiful as always, yet more evil than usual. Something was wrong. Flora felt it.“So you are the new assistant everyone is gossiping about! Nice to meet you! My name is Veronica!” Veronica gave Flora her hand to shake. Flora accepted after hesitation. The shake was painful. Veronica almost broke Flora’s fragile hand. Flora pulled her hand violently and gave Veronica a death stare. Veronica knew this woman is not one to mess with. But her jealousy reached the point of unreason:“Unexpectedly you don’t have dark hair,” said Veronica with an evil grim.“Why should I?”“‘Cause she has dark hair! Or does he make you wear a dark wig when doing the dee
Vlad put his hand on his mouth to stop a laugh. Claude let go of the iPad and turned to Flora, shocked :"Bloody hell! Who taught you that word?!"Flora was so confused. She was sure the word is related to trains and railways and murdering someone at the railway station. She had no idea what situation she put herself in:"Is it bad?" Asked her innocently."Gosh, Flora! It is! Don't say it again!""Is it linked to killing someone at the railway station?""What?!""Claude, did you kill someone by pushing them under a railing?!" Flora's eyes were serious and red, ready to shed tears. Although both Claude and Vlad understood the girl's position. It was so hard for them to conceal laughter.Vlad hides his face with his hands:"Are you sobbing, Vlad?!" Cried Flora. "Claude, did you push someone under a train?!"Claude got red as a tomato. No one could tell it was due to shyness, anger, or concealing laughter. Vlad was no better:"Vlad are you okay?" asked Flora kindly. "I'm sorry! Did I mak