"I'll meet you in heaven," I laugh, "Or hell, Mike. Whichever it is, I hope you won't be wearing yellow."
I head home sometime later and fall asleep before Paul returns.
In the morning, I am set to leave. I have just one bag with me which contains my deodorant, sanitary pads, some brushes, and Maya's laptop. Another email has come in:Don't move in with any bags. Your clothing will be provided by the residence.
They sure have a lot of money to spare to give me such treatment.
Paul came in early in the morning, and he is still snoring loudly on the bed. I consider waking him up to let him know that it's time.
The same email reads:A car will pick you up. Don't bother with a taxi.
Very classy. I like the Romano's already.
I stoop lower and give Paul a light kiss on his forehead.
The sound of a vehicle horn outside the door makes the cat jerk awake. She looks around the room, searching for signs of danger. "It's okay, bitch. It's for me."
I truly don't know her name after having spent months with Paul. He refers to her asbitchall the time.
Paul doesn't even react to the horn. He is pretty knocked up. I rub the cat's fur one last time.
She stretches and purrs before cuddling herself to sleep again.
The sun is not so harsh when I step out. AgainI am wearing the tight gown Paul had gotten me for the interview.
There is a limousine parked right in front me. I doubt it's for me, so I look around in search of the ride.
The tinted window descends. A young man with shaved hair waves at me and smiles.
"Emily, I am here for you."
I stare bewildered. "You are?"
Ouch, I sound stupid. But he doesn't look like the type of person to construct such emails.
He is still not the one.
"Yes. I am Gregory. I'll be driving you to the residence."
Shit. I wish Paul was awake to see this. I am tempted to shriek and yank him out of the house to express my excitement.
"Emily?" he calls peering around the neighborhood. "Is anything the matter?"
"Oh, no. No."
What is his name again? Gregory. Yes.
"Hop in then. I'm sure Mr. Romano will be delighted to see you."
I bet he is. I am beginning to think it's someone who only wants me around because he wishes to do some charity onvictims of the fire or something.
Ihopinto the back seat and settle my nerves as Gregory smiles warmly at me from the front mirror. I know it's going to be fine. Gregory looks like he is just an employee like me, and he seems very nice. If the rest of the staff are whack, at least I know I have him.
We drive down the road at a leisurely speed, and I watch the roads merge and appear into view. There are occasional bumps along the way and Gregory tries to apologize every time he hits one.
The road we take doesn't give me a view of the lake, but I'll be fine. I already said my final goodbyes.
Taking a final turn, the limousine meanders down a lonely road. One which is surrounded by giant trees and the sound of tweeting birds. Nature welcomes me into a mansion with grey concrete walls. A tall building that looks a century old. I see windows open on all the floors of the building, and from the iron gates it feels like eyes are watching me approach the residence.