Infatuation Of Darkness

It was ten in the night and Alexis had asked for them to retire early for the night but Angelo had asked for half an hour tops to round up today's work. Also, he had to make a few calls which he would rather take now and have a lazy morning with her tomorrow. She could wake up for another hour, so she said yes.

She had sitting on the couch set in her room where she had had wine several times. But she could not drink any now since she was antibiotics which Agatha knew about. The woman had hidden every bottle of alcohol in the house and the only room where they were at was Angelo's office. The guard on the door to his office was probably aware of this too.

That's when she thought of something.

She stood and walked out of the room, on the same floor was a room that she had completely forgotten about. She stood outside the white door, never thought of coming here with so much anxiety and nervousness. She always felt confident about coming here. 

She placed her hand on the knob and twisted it. Slowly opening the door, she turned a little bit to the side and switched on the lights. Light flooded in and everything immediately was visible to her eyes.

Her office; just as she had left it if not cleaner.

But truly, everything was just as she left it and somehow the sense of familiarity had given her relief. Relief that a few things had not changed, that they were just as left with no changes and wear and tear from anyone. She looked around the room and breathed in everything. The sense of familiarity brought her cool and calm and she wanted nothing more.

"Madam?"

"AH!" startled she jumped up and turned to Agatha. "what?" she whispered a bit out of breath, still trying to calm down. 

"I am so sorry, I didn't realise that I would scare you." She immediately apologised, "should you not be resting?" she asked.

"no, we were going in an hour or so," Alexis answered, not looking at her but the room. "Did you ever move anything here?"

"No, you were not here to approve of it." Agatha sincerely answered. "I would not do anything without your permission."

Alexis nodded and glanced at her, "thank you for that." She needed some control and this was the perfect example of the control she wanted. The control over something, anything.

Agatha had given her the control of her life in some way and she was going to hold onto it.

"Madam," Agatha called for her attention and on receiving it she continued to talk, "I heard that you shifting to Chicago."

Alexis closed her eyes with a sigh. Why would just assume that? "I have not decided if I want that yet." She said honestly.

No matter what position Agatha held in the household she had always given Alexis what she had to know about the situation. There were no false hopes or promises when it came to this woman, so Alexis was honest when it came to talking to this woman.

"it would not be an option. The Don has already begun the preparations of the takeover. He might be patient now but over time his presence would be required there and you would have to move ultimately." From the look on Alexis's face, Agatha understood that It was the last thing she wanted.

"I don't want to," Alexis confessed. "I need stability. I am in dire need of it."

"I see that." Agatha nodded, truly she xis searching for something. "But you could use this move." She offered.

Nodding in her direction, Alexis asked her to explain.

"As in, right now you desire control of a situation. This could be your situation from the choosing of you floorboard to kitchenware and the colour of your walls then the clothes you wear." She shrugged. "Take back the control you want, slowly."

'Chicago,' Alexis took a seat behind her desk. 'Chicago.. maybe. but ..'

She stood up and left the room. Walking towards the stairs, she descended from them and walked to the end of the other hallway.

The guard stood at the door and nodded at her. He knocked one time and then opened the door for her.

She immediately saw him sitting on his seat behind the desk and talking to someone on the phone. He had raised a finger towards her, asking to her keep quiet and give him time to finish it up. She nodded back and took a seat in front of him.

'Chicago could be the new start I want. It would be starting new and regaining the control and overall to the bigger loops. I could do it.' she thought with a firm mind, 'I could use the new start.' She repeated desperately. She wanted this so bad. She could move past what had happened. This all, this nightmare, could be over and she could walk out free.

She had to leave, she realised. What she had been searching for was in front of her. She might not even need a doctor to treat her too. She could do it herself. No doctor to treat her like a victim. She could do it all with herself.

"Hey," Angelo kneeled in front of her. "What's wrong? What's with the tears?" He touched them to show her the wetness and then wiped them. "You were fine when you walked in."

"I was." She sniffed loudly cringing at the sound. "Guess my thoughts went haywire." She offered with a slight chuckle and smile.

"They have been going haywire a lot these days." He sighed tiredly. "I thought you were going to bed."

She smiled and looped her arms around his neck. "I did so too but then we could go in at the same time." She suggested. "I like having you close to me." She revealed with an an an admiring look.

'Dont I want just that,' he pecked her lips once.

"Oh, and when are we moving to Chicago?"