029

~~DARYA~~

I was on my way out when I overheard them. First it was Alistair's annoying laugh, then Rossi's hushed voice and two other maids whispering and snickering.

What on earth were they doing? I walked to the kitchen and stopped just by the doorway to eavesdrop and overheard Ilana telling Cecilia about Ivan's missing.

That doesn't bother me because it is a story that everyone in the hood knows. But what bothered me was Rossi's expression. At first it was sad, then it just turned full on suspicious, like she was drawing a plan in her mind.

One reason I'm Ivan's favourite person- enough to be his right hand is how perspective I am. I can easily fucking read a person with their facial expression. It would goddamn take a skilled poker face to throw me off.

And Rossi…girl has something up her sleeve and after a few weeks of watching her, I could swear it was nothing good.

I leaned against the door frame folding my arm across my chest as she whispered questions which Ilana- big mouth sh