Chapter 23
(Daisy’s POV)
Okay.
Plan.
Find DeLuca. Thank him and have a positive conversation. Simple.
I stepped out of my room with that exact level of confidence, which was to say- not much, but enough to keep my legs moving.
My first stop was the main space, the one with his chair.
Because of course he had a chair; a very specific and odd-looking chair. A this-is-where-l-sit-and-control-things chair.
It was empty so I moved on to the next stop.
The meeting room, the same one I had had the ketchup presentation in the other day. I pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside. Empty.
I stepped back out and closed the door quietly, my brain already moving ahead.
Okay. Where else would he be?
Anywhere, honestly- this house is huge.
Just then, I heard voices and I turned my head slightly and caught sight of a few men gathered not too far off, talking in low tones. I hesitated for a second, then walked toward them.
And then I saw him.
Fritzo.
He spotted me and glared at me for which I just made a 360 turn. I was not emotionally equipped for round two.
I made it a few steps before nearly walking straight into someone.
I stopped short.
“Sorry-”
The man barely reacted.
“Do you know where DeLuca is?” I asked quickly, before I could lose momentum.
He shrugged slightly. “I don’t know. But he’s around.” He responded.
Helpful.
“But don’t bother him.” He added, giving me a dirty look before he continued away muttering to himself. “I don’t even know why we let you roam.”
With all intense self-control, I ignored the comment and went on and it took some more turns before I saw it.
The balcony.
The doors were slightly open, letting in a cool breeze that felt… different from the rest of the house. I slowed as I approached.

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