"Mr. Gold, nice to meet you, I hope you didn't have a hard time finding the way" an old man with a white mustache said as soon as I stepped through the luxurious doors of 'The Antonio Mansion' .
He looked to be in his late sixties but adorned with a white shirt and black dress pants with a black bow tie and impeccable posture of authority he could pass for mid fortees.
"I'm David Williams, the head of all indward staffs" he said extending his thin bony hand which must have held a lot of strength back in the days but looked fragile now I grasped it in my own hands which completely covered his and gave a firm shake with a slight nod of acknowledgement, his hands were cold and unwelcome contrary to his wide and polite smile , his eyes had a sparkle of mischief a trait that age hasn't wiped off .
"Not much of a talker I guess" david questioned arching an eyebrow , I shrugged casually while taking out a perfectly folded handkerchief from my pockets and wiping my hands thoroughly , even though David noticed he was generous enough not to mention it , talking to everyone was definitely not in the job priority or so I am aware .
"I'm sure the company must have informed you on your duties or do I need to explain ?" David asked pressing on the Bluetooth device on his left ear, from my years of experience I knew that he was being instructed from the other end about something.
"No need" I said curtly, I was simply appointed to be the personal assistant of Valentino Armani Antonio, the youngest son of Vittori Armani Antonio,
owner of Antonio & Co. Which is currently one of the biggest business conglomerates with ownership of several popular subsidiary brands under , one of the richest family in the whole country.
On the outside I was just a 24/7 nanny for the infamous young master or that's what the job description said but only quite a few people in the organization know that I am actually a secret agent for the FBI under the mission to investigate the unusual death of Vittori Armani Antonio , which means not even the butler David knows who I am other than what my overly exaggerated resume said .
I was originally assigned to Vincent Antonio, the eldest and current CEO of Antonio & Co but due to his high vigilance after his fathers death he didn't want anyone new to join his security which left me assigned to the youngest son Valentino Antonio.
Everyone knew Vincent for his successful achievements in the business industry even though he was young but Valentino completely deviated from their path to become an author who only wrote poems day and night but couldn't get anyone to publish them, he doesn't mingle with the elites or anyone but stays cooped up in his room all day and night.
Last month the former CEO was found dead with a bunch of sleeping pills in his mouth , autopsy report shows that he had an overdose and circumstantial evidence led to it being ruled as suicide but something that stood out was his last message to his secretary about arranging a flight for him the next day so he could fly to London, a person committing suicide wouldn't make arrangements for the next day unless it's a murder .
Which is why everyone from the staffs inside the mansion to the Antonio brothers are under the suspicion of murdering the former CEO.
Suddenly a loud shattering noise came from upstairs startling me from my thoughts, out of instinct my hands went to the back of my Jeans where I kept my gun, I glanced at David who seems to be unaffected but his eyes were focused on my hands behind my back, he chucked lowly as if he was amused, he wasn't escaping my suspicion list from the possible murderers.
"Seems like the young master is awake, you should go upstairs fast"
David smirked nodding towards the large glass staircase spiralled towards the centre of the room from both sides .
Without saying anything I turned on my heels and started climbing upstairs, I tried to keep cool and not show panic as I knew David was watching every one of my move with eagle eyes
several scenerios played in my head about what could be happening , first thing about being an agent is that no matter what situation you are in you can't reveal who you are and you can't lose your composure no matter what .
But what he said next made me stop dead in my tracks and turn around , he had taken out a handkerchief from somewhere and was wiping his hands on it with a smirk just like how I did .
"Our young master likes to throw tantrums in the mornings and he is quite peculiar should I say? I hope Mr. Gold wouldn't mind his behaviours , I'm sure you won't since you must have heard the saying 'what happens in the Antonio Mansion stays in the Antonio Mansion' ".
Before I could ask what he meant he left leaving me confused, it's the third time I'm hearing the phrase, what does it mean?.