Page 13 of Powerful Deception

Once he’s down, I will move onto whoever else had a hand in my father’s killing.

Hopefully this works.

4

It’s Friday.

It has officially been over one week since I’ve buried my father. I’m struggling emotionally and mentally and all that I want to do is call him and ask him about his day.

But I don’t have the ability to do that anymore. I don’t have the ability to pick up the phone and call my dad just because I want to hear his voice or to tell him about everything that’s on my mind.

Because it was taken away from me.

To distract myself, I’ve been trying to concentrate on other things. Work has been one of them, but a closed second has been figuring out what to do with the check that has been burning a hole in my wallet.

That second one was a little hard, but after a while I was able to figure something out. It was hard to see the number dwindle but in the end it was helpful.

With a small percentage, I paid off the small amount of credit card debt that my dad had and whatever was left on the mortgage for the brownstone.

Paying off the house was something I debated over. I never want to step foot through the front door ever again, but I couldn’t just let the bank take it. It was my childhood home. It was the last place I saw my parents happy. So, I’m going to keep it until I figure out what to do with it.

Another small percentage of the money went toward my rent for the remainder of the year, and to pay off all the debt I acquired from the funeral. The rest was put away for safekeeping. At the moment there was no need for it.

Especially if I start a new job.

Because today is Friday and there is an interview looming.

Today is the day that interviews are being held at Perversa. On top of wanting to call my dad and the money, this is the third thing that has been on my mind.

This one overpowering the first two.

I spent hours trying to find any information I could about Rosetti and who he is and the type of relationship he may have had with my dad.

But I came up empty.

So, I put my concentration somewhere else. The interview.

I had called the club after hearing it from the man at the bar, and weirdly enough it was easy to get through and talk to the woman named Evelyn. All I had to do was tell her my name and tell her if I had a college degree, which I do.

When she asked me for my name though, I froze, debating if I should give her my real one. She was connected to Rosetti after all, maybe giving it to her would set off alarms. So, I decided not to, and I gave her the name Arianna Amato. Amato being my mother’s maiden name.

After that she just gave me my time slot and told me to wear something somewhat professional. It was right before she hung up that I asked what the position was, and she told me that I would find that out during the interview.

That part I found strange. If the couple at the bar knew what the position was, why couldn't I?

But I didn’t get to ask that because Evelyn hung up a few seconds after.

The process of actually getting an interview was surprisingly easy. You would think if you were going to be interviewed by an elusive mod boss that there would be a lot more hoops that had to be climbed to be able to get in.

After the phone call, I tried to look up the position online. I just wanted to be somewhat prepared, but I couldn’t find anything.

There was nothing talking about the club holding auditions for new girls and I didn’t hear anybody else at the bar say another word about it.

I even tried to ask Cora if she had heard anything, but she shut me down the second I said the club’s name. She told me to stay as far away from there as I could, that sure the money was good but that type of place would eat me alive.

I should have listened to Cora.

I should have also listened to Ella Vincent and stayed away, because now I’m standing outside of the club late in the afternoon feeling as if I’m about to burst into flames.