The Journey Unknown( In Search Of An Ex)

The Journey Unknown

Melissa saw a restaurant out of Cosa town and entered.

The manager came in. One of the service girls told him," The girl sitting down there...yes, in a floral gown, she said she wants to see you for a job, maybe."

He gazed at her. " Yes, Ms. Can I help you, please? " he asked as he walked to her. She had stood up.

" Can you kindly offer me any type of job here? I am also stranded," said Melissa.

"What kind of job!" the manager felt sympathetic rather. Taking her to his office, she asked if she could bring her bag in?"

"Oh! Do you have a bag? Get it in." he permitted.

She pulled it along, up into the restaurant.

"This way,"

She followed the manager and left the bag in his office foyer.

Sitting before him, he asked her why she was stranded.

"For now, we have no agenda to employ. The guy that washes plates in the kitchen works hourly."

Melissa said." I was driven away by my boyfriend at Cosa."

"You want to have transport fare to go home?"

"I want to work and make a living."

"Okay. That's nice." The manager tried to figure out if he could employ. "Okay, can you work in the kitchen? " he asked and doubted her."You can? You look so beautiful."

"Thank you. I can."

He took her to the kitchen to introduce her to the chef

"This is Melissa. She is to work with Perry. She was to work four hours per day when Perry had gone. Okay? he told the chef.

The chef nodded.

He turned the fries on the fire into a plate, applied oil to the frying pan, set it on the burner again stole a look at the timer on his wrist, turned to Melissa, and said " In thirty minutes you start."

He emptied a content from the plate into the frying pan and began to steer it fast. He emptied the fries into a plate and shifted the frying pan to Melissa to wash with other frying pans and plates.

"You can start. Yes. " he urged Melissa.

She began to pack the plates.

* * *

Don Marcello chewed on his filter, sad-looking. Cigarettes he had done away with three years ago, after the doctor's warning, were what he found now as a companion.

He traced when he started smoking again. Since Angelica came back, almost a year now, no doubt.

The conclusion was that Angelica as a wife was dangerous to his health.

And every hour she was either driving in or out. No Mafia wants such a careless living that would expose his wife to the rivals.

When Melissa was the gunmoll, no one knew he had a wife.

So in many respects, Angelica scored zero, compared with Melissa.

"She must come back! Don Marcello cried, "A document is a paper written by human beings," he said," and can be torn by human beings."

" If she is not at home, Don Marcello, I will find her!

He rose to go to their home, regretting his opinion, "Before, I hoped, money was everything, but Melissa's absence has opened my eyes. I have made a mistake, yes, and I will correct it! "

He drove to their home. Melissa's mother was late and the father had a second wife.

When he saw Melissa, because of her beauty, he ran mad and swore he must marry her.

Melissa's stepmom had then, scandalized Melissa before Don Marcello that she was a mermaid and pushed her daughter to Don Marcello to notice her.

Could it be why Melissa was not at home?

"Oh!"Don Marcello gritted his teeth.

He drove back, Knowing that finding her, a year after may not be easy.

He activated himself, an ex-undercover. He donned his jacket; his gun, and the silencer in the Bugatti.

He rode off, knowing the Bugatti may be swapped with a lowly car or with a higher one. His billionaire MasterCard was loaded.

If Melissa is alive, I will find her. If Melissa is dead, I'll be home with her carcass." he said.

Would it be as he thought? Twelve months had passed. A beautiful girl is a hot cake.