- Seduce him.
- What?
- Use that charm of yours and seduce it. He will fly at you faster than you think.
- Are you crazy? - I laughed at the camera and shook my head amused.
- I'm quite serious, Mel.
- For three weeks, the only words he has been saying to me is a greeting and he will barely look at me at the same time, and you are telling me about his Viki seduction - I corrected myself on my bed.
- He's a really stiff dude - she grimaced.
- Like I don't know.
- So how do you want to get these references? - she asked.
- I haven't thought about it yet - I shrugged. - For a week I have also been at the cash register in a supermarket, so automatically after one job I go straight to the other, and when I come home, I only eat something, wash and go to sleep.
- Did you tell them you got a second job?
- I don't think they care. The important thing is that I am doing well with them and they have no objections - I sighed, looking at my watch out of the corner of my eye.
- I am devastated again by how difficult it is for me to find myself at the university. Do you know how huge it is? Yesterday I was late for half of the first class, because I could not find a suitable room, and if I asked someone for help, it turned out that they were also freshmen and had no idea what I was asking - she moaned, rummaging in her purse.
- You'll know her inside out in a month - I smiled gently.
- Nice boys make up for all this effort - she grinned, making her famous face that said something was up.
- Let me guess, today is a date with a handsome Spaniard from the exchange and a party on Saturday with vintage people? - I raised an eyebrow questioningly.
The girl nodded from side to side, taking some notebooks from her purse.
- He's not Spanish in exchange, but I think he's not missing anything.
- Jesus, how I envy you - I grunted and hid my head in my pillow.
- I'll let you know how it was and if she kisses well - she laughed out loud.
- I should be getting to work already, and there's some noise on top of that, do you hear? - I said and started humming the cookie packet in front of the camera before disconnecting completely. I laughed softly under my breath and headed towards the kitchen. I will never be able to experience true love.
***
- Amelia, can I ask you to the living room for a moment? - Eliza's raised tone reached the laundry room on the floor below.
I put the full basket of freshly laundered clothes on the ground and, sighing softly, started walking towards the stairs. I grabbed the railing and, sliding my hand over it, started to climb up.
- Yes, how can I help you? - I asked in my corporate voice, smiling gently at Davison mother, who was sitting in one of the armchairs.
- You were the one who locked the house yesterday, right? - The brunette suddenly appeared next to me, almost pushing me against the wall.
- Y-yes, as always on Thursdays - I replied, surprised at his nervous tone.
- Did I tell you? This is how you leave teenagers at home unattended - he threw his hands up in frustration.
Both women looked at me contemptuously, and Eliza shook her head.
- But what's the matter? - I swallowed nervously, knowing that nothing good was going to happen.
- What is going on? Do you still have the nerve to ask what's going on? - Eliza laughed out loud and headed towards me. The click of her heels echoed through the living room as she took small steps.
What the hell is going on?
- If you return what you stole now, it will be without consequences - she said, waving her index finger at the same time.
- But I didn't steal anything.
- Better admit it or you'll be in trouble - another woman stepped in.
I drew my eyebrows in one line and shifted my bewildered gaze from one to the other, hoping they would burst out laughing and say they were just kidding me.
- Come on, Amelia.
- I really don't have any clue what the ladies are talking about, I haven't stolen anything - I said a little louder, embarrassed by the fact that they accused me of something like that.
- You think he'll confess now? She probably already sold this necklace and now she will play innocent to death - the brunette laughed ironically and leaned his arm against the wall.
- Listen? I'm cleaning up here, not rummaging around in your room - I snapped.
- We're not getting anywhere, Amelia. Only you had access to our bedroom yesterday, and the necklace itself would not disappear - Eliza pointed out.
I felt my cheeks turning red with the influence of nerves covering my whole body. True, I was home alone yesterday, but I wouldn't even dare touch any jewelry, much less steal some expensive, probably diamond-studded necklace.
- Maybe you moved it to another place and forgot about it? - I asked hopefully, looking at the woman, then at the brunet.
- You know very well that she hasn't put it anywhere.
- I'm disappointed with you, Amelia. I thought you were responsible and you did such a dirty job. It was enough to say you need money.
- But ...
- You sold him right?
- No! - I raised my voice and took a step towards the man.
I felt like falling underground because of what situation I found myself in. I was more than sure that it was the doing of Dąbrowski, who stands proudly upright and smiles victoriously under his breath. From day one, he showed me that he wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible, but what he got me into now was beyond all limits.
- I may not belong to the millionaires, but I would never go so far as to steal, especially in the house of people who give me a well-paid job - I quit, looking angrily at the brunet.
- Amelia, this is your last chance to admit, otherwise, I will have to fire you - Eliza walked a few steps towards the stairs and stared at me with frustrated eyes.
- But it's really some kind of mistake - my voice trembled with fear that I might lose my source of good income. I shifted my pleading gaze to the man, hoping he would unscrew everything yet, but he just jerked the right corner of his mouth up and took pleasure in my being lost.
- You have brought such a fate upon yourself - he said, looking me straight in the eyes.
- Hope you're happier now - I growled under my breath. I wanted to add something else, but the scolding gaze of the women felt like a padlock on my lips.
- It will be so much better - he whispered softly enough that only I could hear it, squinting at the same time.
I blinked a few times when I felt tears stinging into my eyes. I shook my head, resigned, and walked briskly to leave the house. I pulled my sneakers over my feet, not even caring about tying them, and stepped outside, slamming the door in the process. I sniffed and quickly left the enormous property.
***
- Hello, Amelia - Dominic's irritated voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I looked at him questioningly and sighed loudly as I sat down on one of the platforms used to put things on the high shelves.
- I'm sorry.
- What's the matter with you today?
- Sorry - I repeated and stretched my arms over to the box in his hands, figuring I had to unfold it before I went home.
The boy looked at me suspiciously and grabbed my arm when I was about to leave for the appropriate department.
- Give it, I'll unfold it, and you go home, because you don't look your best - he muttered, taking the box from me again.
- Ten minutes until the store closes, I'll unfold it and go.
- Girl, you have a fever - he touched my forehead and then my cheeks.
- I just got tired of going upstairs - I said, nodding towards the landing. - I will unfold it and I'm gone - once again the cardboard was in my hands.
- I'm not supposed to see you here in ten minutes - he shook his finger at me and walked away to the warehouse.
I nodded and started walking towards the drinks section. There was hardly anybody left in the shop except one woman standing at the cash register. I put the heavy box next to the bookcase and tilted my head up, scanning it with my eyes.
I felt something tear my head apart from the inside and my cheeks burned red. Dominik was right about the fever, but this is not the first time I've been working here being sick.
- I see you found a new job quickly.
I tensed when I heard a well-known voice. I shook my head, glancing briefly at Davison, and said nothing when I returned to work. I squatted next to the cardboard box and took out a few packets of cocacola on the shelves.
- It's probably not your business - I said finally seeing that the brunet was standing and staring at me with intense eyes, not going to let go.
- Will you rob this shop too?
I put the last packet on the shelf and turned to face him. I looked at him, huffing softly under my breath.
- You're also good at being a motherfucker - I huffed and grabbed the empty cardboard box. I left the department, taking a quick pace towards the warehouse.
- I don't know what you're talking about - he began to follow me, stopping me right at the entrance to the back room.
- Please let me go - I jerked my body as he grabbed my arm.
- Miss Rosi, you must be sick - he said quite seriously, looking at my burning face.
- I always get a fever at the sight of such malicious people - I muttered and quickly entered the warehouse, slamming the big door behind me.
I shook my head embarrassed and tossed the empty cardboard onto the pile of others. I took off my apron and hung it on the appropriate hanger along with my name tag. I went to Dominik's office and knocked softly on the door.
- Everything's spread out, I'm going home- I stuck my head inside the room.
- If you feel bad in the morning, call me, you will have a day off - he smiled sadly at me.
- See you tomorrow! I nodded and closed the door behind me.
Slowly I left the warehouse and, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, headed for the exit from the store. I didn't even have to peek towards the cash register to feel the brunet's icy gaze on me. He used his card to pay for a bottle of water without taking his eyes off me. I said goodbye to the security guard and went outside, immediately taking the shortcuts towards the bus stop. I walked nimbly between a few black cars and, shifting my purse over my shoulder, I ran across the wide lawn with the fact that there was a normal path nearby.
- Miss Rosi!
I pretended not to hear the man screaming and sat down on one of the empty benches as if nothing had happened. I took my phone out of my pocket with the intention of checking how much my bus will appear on the application because the schedule hanging on the board was completely out of date.
Literally, two minutes later, a black sports car pulled into the inn, lowering the windshield.
- You take the bus at this time?
I looked up at him from my phone and smiled sarcastically.
- Today is the last time, because my Lamborghini, which I bought with the money obtained from the sale of the necklace, I only collect it tomorrow from the salon.
- You made your purchase quickly - he chuckled, low under his breath.
I raised my eyebrows and looked to my right, hoping my bus would arrive soon, but the street was completely empty. Not a single person and not a single car. Who would have thought that a city bustling with life at 11 p.m. is already asleep.
- I'll give you a lift home - he said, then the car heard the sound of an unlocking door.
- I can handle it.
I leaned my head against the glass and put the phone in my purse. I did not react when the brunette turned off the engine and sat comfortably in his chair, sighing heavily at the same time.
- What else do you want from me? You deprived me of my job by making a thief out of me, and now you are still harassing me on the street?
- I want to get you home safely, Amelia - he said gently, not even denying that he had made up the case of the necklace theft himself.
I got up from the bench, seeing the lights of a large car in the distance, hoping it would be my bus. I smiled relieved to see the orange numbers and started slowly walking to the end of the sidewalk.
- What is? - I groaned as the bus passed the stop, displaying "technical break" on the panel.
I tightened my hands on the strap of my purse as I heard the man's soft laugh coming from the car.
- You like to take joy in someone else's misfortune, don't you? - I asked, not even moving from my seat.
- That's the third thing I do best - he muttered, getting out of his car. He walked around it and opened the passenger door, motioning for me to get in.
I'll cut some cables or tear off a few buttons. I have nothing to lose anyway.
I looked to the right one last time to make sure there wasn't another bus coming, but the street was completely empty. Without looking at the man, I headed to his car and got in, immediately sinking into the comfortable seat. Brunet smiled to himself and slammed the door gently behind me, tapping his hand twice on the roof of the car.