It had been 5 days before Scarlett had finally given in and called Lorenzo, asking for the job he had offered her. The first 2 days she'd spent in bed, too exhausted and sad to get up and do anything. She didn't even practice dancing. At this point, she didn't think there was any point in practicing, she was never going to get anywhere. She knew that now.<br/><br/>The following 3 days she spent conflicted. Unsure whether to call her old school friend turned gangster and ask for help. She finally gave in, knowing it was the best offer she was going to get for a while. She needed to keep working, rent wasn't going to pay itself.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">---</div><br/><br/>Now she stood looking at herself in the mirror, straightening out the her black pencil skirt and twirling a couple of times. Was this appropriate attire for her first day? She wasn't entirely sure what she was going to be doing today. All she knew was she had to meet him at his address and the rest would be discussed there.<br/><br/>Why was the brunette even worried about her appearance?<span style="font-style: italic">It was Enzo.</span>She shouldn't be concerned with impressing him. He wasn't the kind of man she should be involved with, but then, she was involved with him now. She was working for him.<br/><br/>She took down her hair, letting the loose curls fall around her face and down her back before grabbing her handbag and heading out the door. Ready to catch a taxi to his home.<br/><br/>When she arrived she would ring the bell and nervously wait.