<div style="text-align: justify;">Lorenzo waited anxiously for Scarlett's call. A part of him knew that she would call. Another, more insecure, felt that she might be too stupidly proud for her own good. <br/><br/>If Lorenzo were to be honest, he would simply give Scarlett money and not even mind it. But he knew she would never say yes to that. So, he had to find her a job where he could keep an eye on her, and that didn't involve anything illegal.<br/><br/>He had considered a lot of options, but ended up deciding he would hire her himself and have her keep his <span style="font-style: italic">mamma</span> company. She did need company and someone to run errands and take her to whatever place she needed to go, when he could not. That would probably keep Scarlett nearby and satisfied. He planned on paying her handsomely, and giving her enough free hours to pursue her own projects.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>When Scarlett got to his house, Lorenzo was already waiting. He wasn't the one to open the door, though. Hierarchy needed to be respected in the household. <br/><br/>So, Scarlett would be welcomed in by a lady in uniform, who looked at her for a second before stepping back.<br/><br/>"You must be Miss Scarlett", she stated, waiting for confirmation.<br/><br/>Once she got it, the woman gestured for her to follow. "Mr. Martinelli is waiting for you in his study. This way, please".<br/><br/>She would wait to make sure Scarlett was following, before leading her down a hallway. The lady stopped by a heavy door and knocked. "Mr. Martinelli? Miss Scarlett is here", she spoke to the door.<br/><br/>Lorenzo's voice sounded from the inside. "Let her in. Thank you, Jane". <br/><br/>The woman opened the door to a large and tidy study, and allowed Scarlett to walk in before closing the door behind her. Lorenzo, already on his feet, greeted her with a smile. Despite being home, he had on black pants and a button-down white shirt.<br/><br/>"Welcome. Did you have a hard time getting here?", he asked, walking around his desk and pulling a chair so she could take a seat.</div>