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"Hold onto it," I stated. "I'll be out in a few minutes." I closed the door and then jerked it back open just as fast. "And don't knock on the door again."
I slammed the door this time and then went back to dabbing at my neck. Once the bleeding had stopped, I finished shaving and then washed my face and neck.
I refuse to put a piece of toilet paper on my cut.
I wasn't going to be one ofthoseguys.
Once I was all cleaned up, I placed everything back into the bag and closed it. I eyed the suit bag for a moment before reaching over and pulling the zipper down. Considering everyone out there was wearing a dark suit, I couldn't wait to see what they had found for me to wear.
"Okay," I whispered to myself as I looked at the trim cut black suit. "I'm impressed."
One of the jobs I had when I was younger was cleaning a clothing design factory after hours. It was rather high end so I'd seen a lot of different materials during that time and seen what the designers did with them. I knew quality when I saw it. If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say this suit cost more than I made in a year.
God, that was so sad.
I happily pulled the black suit out of the bag and put it on.
I ditched the tie.
Blah!
When I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I was stunned. I feathered the collar of the white shirt and then smiledto myself. I didn't know if it was the near perfect cut of the suit or the design, but I looked damn good.
I grabbed the suit bag and the shaving kit and then opened the door and stepped out into relative silence. Granted, the studio wasn't that big, but I still looked around. Except for Mateo, it was empty.
"Where'd everyone go?"
Mateo turned away from the window and looked me up and down. He must have been satisfied with what he saw because he sent me a smile. "They are waiting downstairs, sir."
"Tony."
Sirmade me shudder.
Mateo's brow crinkled. "Sir?"
Yep, shudder.
"Call me Tony," I explained. "Don't call me sir. I work for a living."
I think.
Did I still work?
"So, where's my stuff?" It might not be much, and it certainly wasn't worth much, but it was still mine. I'd worked hard for every single item. I wasn't about to give it up just because I was floating around in some weird dream world.
"It has been packed up and is now being driven to the airport so you can take it to Italy with you," Mateo replied. "Vito said you'd want to take everything with you."
"They're not coming back for the furniture, are they?" I asked. "Because none of that is mine. This place came furnished."
"No, sir...I mean, Mr. Tony. We just packed your personal items."
Yeah, Mr. Tony wasn't much better than sir, but I doubted I could get Mateo to change it.
"Where is Vito?"
"He's in a meeting at the moment, but he should be here soon."
"I'm here," Vito said as he walked into the apartment. He stopped for a moment and stared at me. When it just went on and on, I started to grow nervous.
