Taken By The Mafia Lord

Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Salty Woman

“Slap me,” Mimi muttered as she found herself in the foyer of Marcel’s house. Was she sure she came to the right address? Well then, someone who bought her from her boss must be rich enough to own a mansion like this, she surmised while staring at the reflective marble floor.

The interior of the house is focused around a large central hallway serving as the main entrance area to the adjacent rooms. It flows into a large, wide staircase to the private rooms on the second floor. The whole place was spacious, luxurious, and breathtaking, she could almost mistake here for a hotel.

“Miss. Miracle?” a voice said from behind and she turned around only for her gaze to rest on a woman with a blonde bob and looked posh from her head to her feet. She felt intimidated.

“Yes,” The girl raised her hand and added, “And it’s actually Mimi by the way. Miracle seems so outdated so I would request a change of name soon,”

She was still blabbering when the woman turned around with one single command, “Follow me,”

“Well, she doesn’t talk much,” Mimi shrugged and went after her.

This woman was no other than Macy who was with her signature poker face and climbed up the stairs powerfully like a model who owned the stage and the audience because Mimi was having a serious case of inferiority complex.

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“Wow, how can someone look so perfect?” Mimi wondered, watching Macy’s graceful and regnant movement with awe. So she decided to imitate Macy.

Mimi considered her posture and aimed to make her shoulders and back as straight as possible as she let her arms dangle by her sides for balance. While maintaining Macy’s long and even strides, she stifled the laughter that threatened to leave her lips. The scene was so comical. God, she couldn’t hold it in.

Macy was walking straightfaced when she sensed something was wrong. The girl’s movement had changed and she could no longer sight her from her peripheral view as if she was hiding behind her back.

So Macy suddenly stopped and turned without warning only to catch frozen laughter on her face and she arched her brow at her.

Oh shit, she almost caught her, Mimi’s heart was pounding in her throat. The woman suddenly looked scary. However, even with her emotionless face, Mimi still bravely asked, “Is anything the matter, miss....?” She tactically asked for her name.

“Nothing,” Macy said

and that made her – Mimi – lips quirk.

So the miss with the resting bitch face doesn’t want them to be friends, she thought. Well then, so be it. Arianna would be her one and only friend – if only she can figure out where that stupid girl took off to.

According to her uncle, Arianna and his wife had an altercation again, which wasn’t surprising – it’s an everyday drama – only that she ran off this time.

Although Mimi found it suspicious at first thinking that her uncle’s family might have killed her and framed it on her running away, her idiotic friend, Arianna, called her two days from a line she couldn’t trace back and demanded she shouldn’t search for her and that she was fine.

Honestly, It hurt her, didn’t they agree to go through the good and the bad times together? Did their friendship mean so little to her? Remembering Arianna made Mimi angry so she shifted the thought out of her head and focused on the mission ahead – working for Marcel.

She watched as Macy made a sharp turn and climbed the stairs leading to the second floor, she was unable to hold her curiosity anymore.

“Geez, what does he do with so many rooms?”

“None of your business and don’t worry, you won’t need to warm his bed,” There was deep hostility in her tone when she said that.

Mimi gasped in disbelief, why was that woman so salty? So irritated was Mimi by her attitude that she muttered under her breath, “Hopefully you’re not his girlfriend else Marcel is in so much trouble,”

And Macy halted in her tracks because she heard that. She turned to Mimi with a murderous expression that made the girl go a step lower, however, Macy walked with a purposeful stride and stood before her till there was barely space between them.

Macy leaned closer till they were staring eyeball to eyeball, “It’s Sir Marcel for you and if you want to last here, I suggest you watch your mouth. Do you understand?”

The warning was clear to Mimi, “Yes, ma’am,”

“Good,” Macy straightened her back and resumed walking as if nothing happened.

Mimi took a deep breath, there was trouble in paradise already. She knew from now on that she would have to avoid that salty woman.

Thankfully, nothing else happened between them until they reached the living room where Marcel was already seated and waiting for her.

“Mimi,” Marcel stood up as soon as his gaze landed on her. He took her into a hug that made Mimi pretty conscious because that woman was staring at them.

“Hi sir Marcel,” Mimi said, awkwardly pulling out of his embrace. It wasn’t even her first day and she was already walking on hot coals, it seems she’d have to decline this job. However, the thought of her boss back at the Cafe blasting her head off made her reconsider the thought.

“Come on, have a seat,” Marcel said, gesturing her to one of the expensive couches. Wow, does this man’s breath produce money as well?

But Mimi didn’t think much because that salty woman returned with refreshments. When did she even leave in the first place? However, that was not her concern but the issue at hand of the refreshment. There was no way she was drinking whatever it is that salty woman served. What if she poisoned hers?

Macy served them refreshments and stood at the corner with the tray in front of her when Marcel said, “It’s alright Macy, you can leave now,”

“What?” She was surprised. She was not going to be part of this conversation?

“Give us some privacy,”

Macy was stunned, Marcel didn’t want her around in this meeting? But she was always with him, what was so different now?

“Yes, sir,” She bowed nonetheless knowing Marcel doesn’t do so well with disobedience.

So Macy left with an angry expression. Marcel was beginning to change and she didn’t like it one bit. She felt uncomfortable as if someone was about to take her place. And who the hell was that sassy bitch?