Chapter 7 Dale's Offer

• I felt my head exploding for a moment. Mental explosion.
• Cold shivers run down my spine.
• I wasn't sure what was causing that reaction in me.
• It should be his request but maybe there was more to it.
• Mr Pompous' private therapist. What the fvck?
• He knew I wasn't certified. Maybe Dale doesn't.
• This is the last thing someone like me would expect and the thought of it alone caused my heart to race strongly.
• "Sofia? Are you there?" Dale's voice questioned loudly and I sighed with my eyes shut, rethinking the offer he just dropped.
• "No" I responded affirmatively and open my eyes with a heavy heart.
• Before hanging up the call, I added, "I'm Sorry, um... Pick someone better than me to do the job"
• As I dropped the phone on my bed, my heart pricked strongly and I noticed my breathing was beginning to rise.
• I was panicking because I just rejected an offer to be close to Mr Pompous.
• I was crazy to feel his presence again but another part of me felt it was wrong.
• Wrong to be obsessed with a stranger. A fvcking hot stranger.
• My heart longs for this man because I've never had one and I knew it was wrong.
• Wrong to blindly follow my feelings.
• 'This is just my system reacting to the presence of a charming man. I shouldn't give in to the craving' never!' I told myself over and over again.
• Coming up with enough excuses to prove to myself that my body only craves him because of the loneliness I feel.
• It is finally time I step out of the loneliness; I step out of this God-forsaken apartment I've been hiding for years and live a normal life like every normal human.
• I miss my family, and my friends who def won't recognize me no more but most importantly, moving back to Italy wasn't even an option to be considered.
• It would be the same as handing over myself to the government who hunted for my whereabouts a decade ago.
• Here in America, I cannot be recognized by anyone as they are not familiar with my face.
• It's been a decade. My face isn't even on the internet.
• I only stayed hidden as the Italian government would def have spies searching everywhere for traces of me at the time.
• The States was no exclusion.
• Right now, I believe they think I'm dead or have finally given up the search on me.
• I've searched the internet for the latest news and speculation about me but there's nothing yet other than a random tik tok edit about the return of the Di Marco Mafia Princess, me.
• Pathetic. Dumb person.
• I can finally start a life here but where do I start?
• That's the big question. Fvcking where?
• I pushed open the bathroom door to step inside but paused abruptly as a name resounded in my head.
• The one I was trying too hard to forget about and keep focused.
• 'Mr Pompous'
• I pinched the roof of my nose.
• That's right. If I take the job as his private therapist then I could start a life from there, get to know more people and finally rid myself of this loneliness.
• I need to be perfectly sane before embarking on any life's journey.
• Right now, I was sharing this perfectly shaped body with a crazy side that doesn't seek permission to take over. Hish!
• You're probably wondering what I mean by 'embarking on life's journey.
• Well, I'm going to find Almond Yuturo just as Uncle Danny has instructed and find out who exactly I am and what happened to my family.
• But where do I start? I don't even know what he looks like or where he stays. Probably in the same country, I'm avoiding; Italy.
• I need to understand how the outside world works now and be sane to embark on my journey.
• Getting a tech job isn't helping at the moment and the fifty thousand dollars I received from Dante have helped to cancel my part-time job hunt temporarily.
• I'll run out of money again and this time, I might be forced to become a stripper. I can't imagine myself stripping. Nay.
• There was only one way I could get exposed to the way of the outside world and earn income at the same time while not raising suspicions.
• If I keep moving around to seek jobs without a degree, I'll soon draw attention to myself.
• Unwanted attention. I own a fvcking fake passport that would be easily detected currently.
• The path to start a new life was strongly pointing at the private therapist offer and I couldn't help but sigh.
• I'm not a real therapist. What if Mr Pompous commits suicide after a couple of sessions with me?
• Only if people saw what goes on, up there in my head and my struggle to keep myself sane.
• Professional therapist. What a big fvcking joke.
• Anyways, I gotta try. This could very well be a shot at starting a new life with people around me.
• Will there even be people?
• I wasn't sure what I was walking into but it's not like I have a choice.
• I was determined to stop hiding. The search for me is over.
• I quickly picked up my phone and called Dale, unsure if he would pick but he did, almost immediately.
• "Hey, you don't have to apologize, it's okay if you can't render your service this time but my brother sincerely needs it" I heard him say the moment he took the call and I couldn't help but wonder what Mr Pompous was going through.
• He looked normal to me.
• Maybe because he appeared charming or... It's not written on the forehead.
• Just like no one knows what is going on in my head.
• "I called to ask if the offer still stands" I scratched the bridge of my nose.
• "Are you for real?"
• "Yeah. When do I come over?"
• "Actually Miss Sofia, you'll have to move with us to New York. We only came to this City for business, you can think about it if you want. We move in the evening"
• What? I'll be leaving California City with this stranger. Strange.
• Now I'm not sure--
• He interrupted my thought mid-way, "I know we kidnapped you last time and that will not be happening again. You can trust us. Search for 'Clancy McCain' and you'll get the answers you desire"
• McCain Clancy. Who the hell is that?
• I was going to ask but he hung up the call on me already and I was left in confusion.
• Dale sounds like a gentleman. Why can't Mr Pompous be like his brother even though the raging side of him appeared funny and satisfying to watch?
• "McCain Clancy " I searched Google for an answer and when the result dropped, my jaw dropped as well, in shock.
• I scrolled for about two minutes, reading about this McCain Clancy who was no other person but Mr Pompous. It was cool to finally know his name but that wasn't even the concern at the moment.
• He was the CEO of a popular Entertainment Industry in New York and a famous figure in the United States.
• This man was a fvcking billionaire and an A-list celebrity who was admired by many women.
• That's in a nutshell.
• There was just too much about him to read about.
• He was an influential person the entire time. Fvcking hell.
• Dale must have given out Mr Pompous' name so I can trust him to become a private psychotherapist and follow them to New York.
• Thinking about it only caused my heart to race faster and beads of sweat to appear on my forehead.
• I could become the psychotherapist of a New York big shot and--
• Phew!
• This was crazy and almost impossible to reject.
• Could this be the new life I was hoping to start?
• I can't stay here any longer. Even my landlord is beginning to ask questions about my family and why I've been staying alone for all these years.
• He probably isn't the only one who was seeing me as strange.
• Alright... I have to do this. I have to fvcking do this.
• I picked up my phone once again and called Mr Pompous' brother.
• I knew his name now but 'Mr Pompous' tasted extremely satisfying in my mouth to let go.
• As soon as Dale took the call, I let it out, "Fine. I'm going"