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Chapter 9 - 009 · The Countess

"I need to get laid," Sera cried, jumping on my bed.

It's been 10 days since I moved to the townhouse between theirs, in Edinburgh, and I'm fully unpacked and already feeling at home. Mami and papi can complain, but I've never feel as home in Cambridge or Lyon as I do when I'm in the UK. Now, that I'm finally in Scotland, I feel even more at home as I did when I was in London, and I've been dominated by a nostalgia, a feeling of returning to a home I've long moved out from.

Must be the case, since I was born in here and lived here in my first 3 years, with my parents, in their mansion that is literally on the other side of the street, a Georgian 18th century styled mini castle with 14 bedrooms, 16 bathrooms, and four stores tall, with a terrace and a basement. It's the size of four of the townhouses we are in.

The girls helped me unpacking everything, and they have been in my house for as long as I arrived, sleeping in my Alaskan-sized bed with me, even though they are literally my right and left neighbors. Probably because my parents must have made them promise to stay around me as much as possible.

I went out twice with them, though they go out almost every night, I'm not a fan of clubbing anymore. I go some times, but not as much as I used to when I was younger, drinking and dancing, taking the hottest men I saw to bed, and always getting disappointed because their cocks were not enough for me, and they were unable to satisfy me in bed. I'm too old for that shite, but the girls clearly don't think the same as me.

"You got laid two days ago," I mocked.

"And I need to get laid again!"

"We got your lotus flower checked up, and your birth control in check, Lea," Cassie jumped on the bed with us, both at my sides as I held my laptop in my lap, looking into the gynecologist and seeing if she's really rich enough to back it up the proposal she made to get the 5 and 9 Doune Terraces. There are con artists everywhere, we never know. "You should get laid too, Lea, you clearly need it, you're too stressed."

"Cassie's right, Lea," Sera sat up on the bed. "You need sex."

"Are you willing?" I flirted and she turned bright red.

"Stop, you don't swing that way," she growled.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't need sex, I don't have time for that."

"Of course, you do," Cassie mocked. "You could be doing that right now!" She growled. "Doctor Carla said she had an older brother who was eyeing the 9 Doune, no? We could do it like, as I'm in Doune 8, I'll move to the 5 and be neighbors with Sera who's on 6. You hand the man the 8, and give the 9 to our gynecologist. How about it?"

"If he's anywhere as hot as she is, you will be winning!" Sera adds.

"I am not certain about giving them the keys though," I countered.

Cassie's jaw dropped, "They offered to pay £250.000 per month. Each! Lea, that's £500.000 just but the two of them, £6.000.000 for a year. You only make the other residents pay £100.000 per month, me and Sera are only paying £50.000 each, they are offering to pay five times what we are, ten times if you put the gain together. You can't say no. There's only 13 units, yours in the center, six at the left, six at the right. It's a hell of a bloody deal that won't come around anytime soon!"

"You have to take it. I need to have Carla as my neighbor!"

My eyes went to Sera, "You can't be seriously crushing her."

She arched her eyebrows, cheeks flushed, "Why not? She's hot!"

"Hotter than me?" I taunted and she growled.

"Well, that's a different level, and you know it. But she is hot, Lea!"

"I can't accept it just because you've got the hots for her, after she examined your pussy with her pretty fingers, Sera!" I countered and she let out a baffled gasp, while Cassie covered her mouth with her hand not to let out a sound. "Besides, the fact that they are offering such a big price makes them even more suspicious. And you know what makes them suspicious?" I turned my laptop to them, "The fact that I can't track Dr. Carla Montinari past the fact that she's a gynecologist, owns the best clinic here, lost her parents when she was barely one year old, was raised by her brother, who's mysterious and 11 years older than her. She was born in London, has Italian heritage, and has been living in Edinburgh alone since she graduated at 20."

They frowned, rightfully so.

"She said her brother was a big shot in London," Sera ponded.

"Yeah? Well, I got nothing on him, and I may not have graduated in Computer Science, but I got a master degree in Computation, and I'm confident in my hacking skills. He's extremely protected by some kind of top-notch software that blocks me from even learning his name. I can't get other information on Carla either, nothing past what's in her website. She is active on social media, but she just talks about gynecology, make up, and luxury shopping in it. Nothing else, nothing personal, definitely nothing about her family, friends, brother, or whatever. There is nothing. Nothing available, nothing I can get in touch with. They are like ghosts online."

Sighing, I closed my laptop frustrated with the failure of my search.

"Where does that money comes from? Her gynecologist work isn't enough for her to live such lavish work, no matter how many clients she has or how pricey her work is. So, who were their parents? What are they doing here? Why is her brother suddenly moving to Edinburgh from London? Who is him? What does he works with? Is he her sponsor or something? Are they from old money from England or Italy and got a fat inheritance?" I passed my hands over my dark loose hair. "I always do a quick background check before accepting anyone into one of the properties I inherited from my parents. But they are down right suspicious. Her not that much, but him? He definitely is."

Cursing, I jumped out of my bed and put my laptop back on its case, then back inside the drawer of my bed-side table. Putting on my black pump Jimmy Choo slippers on, and tightening the back Prada robe round my body with the cashmere belt on my waist. Taking a quick look at my Bvlgari gold watch in my left wrist, I noticed it's still 5 pm.

"Why don't we watch over them while you give them the keys?" Sera suggested, laying down on her belly, legs crossed. "We could take 4 Doune for Cassie, give Carla the 5 Doune, I'll stay in the 6, you move the people living in the 4th to the 9th, and Carla's brother go to the 8th. He'll be your neighbor, Carla will be between me and Cassie, and it'll be better to monitor them, no? Then you can clear out your suspicious."

"Sera, I don't have time for this shite. They're nothing. Sure, I am suspicious, but not enough to make a plan and spy on them. It's not a crime to protect our information on the internet, mine is extremely protected and pretty much impenetrable, but that's because I am a secret agent. For all I know, he could work with computer science and know what's needed to protect himself and his sister online. The internet is dangerous after all!"

"Then?" Cassie purred.

"I'll meet up with Carla in an hour, she'll come here, then, I'll talk to her, ask some questions, and decided if I'll let her stay or not," sigh. "My mind is too busy with the reformation, with Interpol, MI6, and with what I'll talk about with the head of MI6 tomorrow, when I head down to London. What it'll take to make him hand that mission to me. I don't have time to spare to snoop the life of two possible tenants, no matter how suspicious they are," grabbing a bottle of Scotch whisky in my private bar on my bed chambers, I poured myself a glass and added some ice to it. "It's just… a lil bit unsettling."