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Hand sanitizer…
A small lotion…
A couple condoms…
I chuckle softly despite myself.
”I had presumed the date would have gone a little better…" she says with a dangerous smile as she grabs hold of the contents and tosses them back in the bag.
Before I can reply with something witty, there is an unmistakable angry slam that erupts from behind me. The office door down the hall had slammed open, exposing a whirlwind of anger and a man that liked to think he was my boss.
Luigi stomps toward me, angry like a hornet. “Can you get up and do your rounds now?” His stinger is out.
"I'm gonna fucking-" Aria points at him, her face red, but her tirade falters as soon as she starts laughing. “Sorry, I just can’t take anything seriously right now…”
“She’s drunk…” Luigi says to me, scoldingly. Am I supposed to babysit her?
I laugh. “Thanks Captain Obvious…”
“You let her get drunk? In public?”
“Let her?”
“Yes,let!” He slams his fist down on the counter. “She’s a public figure around here and in this world. She has to maintain an image…”
“An image?!” I stand up. This sounds ridiculous. “She’s not the queen.”
“She is!” He screams at me. “She may as well be!”
“To the mob, Lu….” I whisper. “We’re hardly public figures to normal people…”
“There is no we…” he says. “Tomorrow, you’re fired.”
“Back off, Lu!” She screams, flinging his hands off of her. “There’s nothing like a man telling me what to do to set me into a killing spree right now.”
I try to walk away. Realizing this moment is getting a little too heated. I’m obviously not killing her tonight, anyway.
“And I’m not sure when you were dismissed…” she yells, pointing at me. “Sit.”
I smirk and grab my whiskey glass as Luigi saunters off, probably a lot more heated than he’s letting on. I try to hide my smile behind my glass as I sit back down. The daggers she’s glaring at me are mostly for show. I know that. But, I also know that a smirk on my part at a time like this might be misconstrued as disrespect.
And just like Madam Rosa, no one disrespected Aria.
“Are you making a face?”
"I'm not making a face," I protest with a chuckle. “I just appreciate you standing up for me.”
The lazy toss of her hand into the air spoke just as clearly as the roll of her eyes. “It wasn’t for you…”
Oh, her biting remarks and intolerance to almost everything hadn't been lost on me. Not in the slightest. When I had first accepted her offer to work for her, I had my reservations, but figured what better way to gain her trust?
I didn’t really plan to be sitting next to her at a bar exchanging war stories, though. She’s chewing on her thumbnail, eyes focused on something going on outside.
“What in the hell do you keep staring at?” I interrogate.
“There’s a couple of guys out there…” she says just before she shrugs. “They used to be men of mine.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask. “What happened?”
