We ll work on your self-esteem and much more, Prothero grinned and left the kitchen.
Left alone, the brother and sister looked at each other.
-Do you think we should trust him? I feel like fucking Hansel from the Brothers Grimm fairy tale, said Christian.
-We can always escape, Chris. Everything is better than living under a bridge and eating scraps, Elena objected.
-I don t like him, I really don t like him. And the fact that he reads us like open books is very alarming, the young man sighed.
***
Several days passed. Christian began to study law and economics under the strict guidance of Taylor and Lewis, and Elena temporarily languished from idleness. The girl was glad that she did not live under the bridge, but she wanted to find a job and start earning money herself.
One evening, going to the kitchen to have dinner, Elena saw a tall, well-groomed blonde about 40-45 years old in the living room. This woman exuded success, sophistication and beauty. Warm blue eyes looked welcoming and warm. The stranger was dressed in a blue dress embroidered with precious stones. She drank white wine and seemed to be waiting for something.
Elena fell in love with this woman. The same one, catching Elena s excited gaze, turned around and began to study the brunette with her eyes.
Are you Elena? A soft chesty voice enveloped the girl.
-Yes, Elena. Are you Miss Stanton? asked the brunette
-Right. Can you come over? Diana asked.
Elena nodded and stood by the fireplace opposite Diana. She meticulously examined her.
-You are very beautiful, Lewis did not deceive. You have beautiful eyes and lips... There is something from Arwen from The Lord of the Rings. Princess of the Elves. Many would kill for such appearance, Diana grinned. But your clothes.
-What do you want from the orphan? As soon as I earn my first money from your agency, I will buy myself good clothes. Lincoln answered smartly. And I ll learn to walk in stiletto heels.
Diana laughed. Open and kind. She liked this girl's self-confidence.
-Tell me that you will become Mrs. Prothero, Lena. Curb your ardor, Diana said instructively.
Elena grinned.
Diana, she heard Lewis s voice. He, in a strict business suit, entered the living room and approached Miss Stanton with a slow, regal step. She stood up and kissed his cheeks. He hugged her possessively and stroked her back. Feeling superfluous, Elena quickly left the living room.
-And how do you like her? - Prothero leaned back on the pillows after passionate sex. Diana brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and looked at her lover.
- Lively. There may be problems with it. She also told me this... -Diana took a glass of champagne and a rolled-up cigarette with marijuana. She lit a cigarette and took a sip of the sparkling drink.
Interesting, Lewis looked at the woman. -And what did she say?
-What she will become of Mrs. Prothero. A girl, a beggar, but the character of a queen, Diana grinned.
Prothero raised his eyebrows. He had never seen sympathy from Elena. Although she was attractive to him, there were no tender impulses or actions coming from her.
-It doesn't matter what she said. This will never happen, we both know that. Tell me this: are you taking her to the agency or should I look for buyers for her in Istanbul? Lewis took the joint of weed from Diana and looked at her.
-I'll try to curb her. Her appearance is like that of an angel. Teach her a little, explain the rules of the game, and she will conquer the podium. And if anything... you can always get her hooked on drugs or alcohol, Diana kissed Lewis. Usually I m the one who supplies you with girls, but here...
She laughed and attacked Lewis. He crushed her under him and roughly entered her body...