Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

Left Behind

A few days after wrapping up the funeral, I was moving along smoothly in the process of moving on

with my life. It had been almost a week, but I haven’t made up my decision regarding what to do with

my life in relation to the mafia. It was a very difficult decision to make and no matter how hard I thought

about it, the answer did not immediately come to me. Perhaps, I already had an answer in mind, but I

was just too scared to admit it even to myself.

While I was on break from teaching my art class, I got a phone call from the building manager’s office

of the penthouse where I used to live with Hayden. For some reason, I still had the number saved so I

knew who the call was from right away. I wondered what they wanted after all this time. It had been

many months now since we’ve moved out.

“Hello. Miss Malissa, sorry for calling out of the blue,” a woman’s voice said.

“It’s ok. How can I help you?” I asked.

“We were in the middle of clearing up the room as the rent contract had just expired and we think you

left something important in the penthouse,” the woman explained.

“Umm…I don’t think that I forgot anything…” I said with confidence.

I did not forget anything. I definitely checked when I moved out.

“Well, the penthouse had been closed since you moved out so I’m assuming that it must be yours,” the

lady said sounding a little confused.

“Didn’t the rent contract expire the day that I moved out?” I asked, not quite understanding what she

was saying.

“Not exactly. The contract just expired at the end of last month. So, although you have moved out, no

one has entered the room due to the contract. Of course, rent was being paid in a timely manner,” the

woman explained politely.

Ok…I didn’t know that…

“Anyways, please come over when you’re free to pick it up. Are you free later today? We need to clear

the place so I would highly appreciate it if you could hurry a bit…” the woman said.

“Oh…I see. Ok, I’ll go over when I’m done with work for today. Maybe like 6:30PM?” I suggested,

although I was uncertain about what was going on but I didn’t want to inconvenience the building.

“Sure. I’ll wait for you. Thank you for your help,” the lady said brightly.

“Thank you…” I replied softly before hanging up.

After my class ended, I headed over to the building where I used to live with Hayden. Staring up at the

building brought back many memories. I sucked in a deep breath and walked into the lobby. As

promised, the lady was waiting for me in the lobby and together we took the elevator up to the

penthouse. Although it’s been months since I’ve last been here, it felt so familiar that it might as well

have been just yesterday that I was here.

“What was left here? I’m pretty sure that I didn’t leave anything behind,” I said as I followed the woman

inside the penthouse.

The penthouse was completely empty now with all its furnishing gone. My heart ached a little at the

sight of the desolate rooms where Hayden and I used to live together. I wasn’t sure what she wanted

me to fetch from here because there was nothing here.

“It’s this way,” the woman said as she led me to Hayden’s bedroom.

If I remember correctly that day when I moved out of this place, Hayden’s room was taped close. The

tape on his bedroom door was gone now. The building’s staff must have removed it to clear out the

things from his room. Did he forget to clear out his room? Was that why I was called back here?

“This isn’t my room. I think you have to contact…” I began explaining before the remaining words that I

wanted to say died on my lips.

Hayden’s room was as empty as the other rooms in the penthouse that I had walked past. All empty

except…

“This painting seems to be for you...” the woman said as he gestured to the large painting hanging on

the wall before she smiled at me.

It can’t be. My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of the 300-million-dollar

painting still hanging on the wall. Had it been here all this time?

“Maybe Hayden forgot it? You should contact him or whoever rented this penthouse for them to come

and collect it,” I suggested.

I watched as the woman picked up a small paper card and handed it to me. Feeling slightly confused, I

reached out and took the card from her.

‘Cheer up, Malissa’

The note written on the card was short, but I could feel his intentions so clearly that it brought tears to

my eyes instantly.

“You’re Malissa, right? So, this must have been left here for you,” the woman said with a kind smile. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thank you…” I whispered as I tried to hide my tears from her.

“That’s not a problem. It’s quite big so let me know when you’re available. We can get it delivered to

your new place,” the woman quickly suggested.

“Ok. Thank you again,” I replied as I tried to hold in my tears.

The woman quietly left as if she wanted to give me some time alone and I highly appreciated her

considerate act of kindness. My eyes were blurred by tears, and I quickly wiped them away. Standing in

front of the building, I felt that the colors of the painting looked dull and a little depressing today.

Although I knew that it was just the result of what I was feeling, it still saddened me to see one of my

favorite paintings looking so sad.

I re-read the note from Hayden again and suddenly the colors of my world seemed brighter then

before.

--To be continued…