"You should start learning Italian," Adrian whispered, his eyes on hers.
Ophelia smiles. "What about you?"
"I already know Italian. Italian, German, Japanese, Mandarin, and a few others."
Adrian looked up in the dark. Why hadn't he said anything. Why he hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he stopped her?He sighed. What should he do?His head pulsed. "I think..." he whispered aloud, "I think I'm angry."
Adrian combed his hair back nervously. Maybe he should tie it back.He sighed. This was nerve tracking. But it had to be done.He stepped into the hotel. "Ophelia? Are you in here?"
She sat at the bar, drinking somberly. She glanced down at the 25 cent ring on her finger.She took another drink.I love you. I know I'm not famous yet, but one day, one day I'll sing you a song, and it'll make us rich.
She stumbled home. She unlocked the door of her apartment, flipping the light switch.Nothing happened.She flipped it again. And again.
She didn't take the ride. She didn't trust him. He told her to come to his office. He texted her an address.She swallowed. She probably going to be trafficked or something. Doing this was ridiculous.But for reason...she thought he wasn't dangerous. At least, not to her phyical well-being.
Ophelia smoothed her hair back. She used the rest of her money on a hotel room and a sandwich.She had zero dollars and zero cents, a broken heart and a mysterious job offer from an even more mysterious man.She smoothed her outfit down. She washed it, but it was embarrassing, wearing the same thing twice.
Ophelia looked up at the hotel ceiling. She had her first day tomorrow.She had training with Rena. She wondered if he would train her? Mr. Hades? Would he teach her something?Would he be there?
Ophelia liked her job. And so far she hadn't been sold, trafficked, forced to dance, strip, or do anything in appropriate.It was twenty dollars an hour, and she liked it so far."Now we'll talk about what constitutes sketchy behavior." Rena instructed, while flipping through her magazine.
Adrian combed his hair back nervously. Maybe he should tie it back.He sighed. This was nerve tracking. But it had to be done.He stepped into the hotel. "Ophelia? Are you in here?"
Adrian looked up in the dark. Why hadn't he said anything. Why he hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he stopped her?He sighed. What should he do?His head pulsed. "I think..." he whispered aloud, "I think I'm angry."
"You should start learning Italian," Adrian whispered, his eyes on hers.Ophelia smiles. "What about you?""I already know Italian. Italian, German, Japanese, Mandarin, and a few others."
Adrian sighed. They'd taken the company jet to Detroit, and had went straight to the Vitale Estate. Adrian was hesitant."Are we sure this is the best route?""We can trust Grim," She assured him. "And anyone get didn't eliminate must be very strong."
Adrian blinked. The light was so bright. He looked over. Where on earth was she?"Ophelia?" He called. "Opie, are you here?"They agreed they'd both take some time off work, so where else could she be?
Adrian glanced over at her. "Tell me you're joking? That I'm seeing things?"Ophelia smiled, saying nothing."Ophelia, I—thank you."
What good is it? I've gone to hell, but my blood is in your veins. Can you really be happy? As long as you're alive, I live on—Hades opened his eyes. "My father is a pedophile," he whispered.Ophelia turned over, half asleep. "Huh?"
Ophelia watched as Hades paced on the phone multiple times."No, I'm not sure when it occurred. My fiancée and I just got home and it's in ashes." He sighed.Ophelia sighed, making Hades pause and come over to inspect her. He looked her over.
Hades went to work the next morning, as if nothing happened. People brought him food, and letters, and cards and many words of sorrow.He still hadn't felt anything about his fathers death. It was just a fact now. His father, was dead.That was it. Ophelia went to work. That was what was on his mind. He didn't re