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Plink!

I glared at the hole of the pneumatic tube before pulling out the piece of paper.

Mr.Linton

Get me file 5764XV8

Rikkard Ambrose

Blast that man to hell! He had not let me sit down for more than fifteen seconds before asking for another file, and needless to say that running back and forth again and again like a broken machine did not do well with my fa...no, no, generous derrière.

Blast that cold hearted miser! I'm sure that the block of granite would not be even reading those files before asking for another! I hope he chokes on them!

Reaching for the file on my tiptoes, I muttered a few unladylike words under my breath before sliding it under the door. I glared some more at the locked door, which had not been opened in my presence since the day before yesterday. I had not seen him since the last two days, which, if truth be told, had led to this uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Every now and then my thoughts would come and stop on him and if it was not the miser, cold hearted block of granite Mr. Rikkard Ambrose then one would have certainly thought that I missed him.

'Missed him? Gah! No way in hell would Lilly Linton, proud and independent suffragist would miss a man, that too Mr. Ambrose!' I reminded myself.

'What was to be missed about him, his arctic glare? Or the way his little finger twitched when he got agitated? Or his cold,mysteriously beautiful sea green eyes that looked into the depths of her soul and pulled me in, everytime they met mine?'

No, nononono. Cancel that last thought of yours, I scolded myself. You are an independent, capable and suffragist woman who hates that bloody chauvinist miser, who just happened to be my employer. I tolerate him only because he had to sign my paycheck at the end of every month, willingly or unwillingly and thus help me to be independent of all the stupid men thinking that I would ever give up my freedom to be permanently bound to one of them.

Now, do you, Lilly? Wouldn't you just love it if you could both keep your freedom as well as be bound the bloody chauvinist miser, right in the next room?

No, no, don't be silly. Of course I don't. Of course I don't want to be bound to any man, especially the bloody selfish, coldhearted, granite headed, chauvinist miser in the next room. He could go bloody well go to hell for all I care.

But you can't lie to your own self, now, can you? You do know that you care.

I don't care.

You do.

Don't.

Do.

Oh, shut the hell up! This blasted voice in my head was getting too much on my nerves to be tolerated anymore.

My rather important conversation with my inner mind was rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. The door of my office, I am rather proud to say, as a room of my own recognised by all as something private. My chest swelled with pride as I answered," Come in."

The door opened and in came a gentleman in a black tailcoat and a handkerchief in his hands, which he kept on using to wipe his sweating on his face.He was a rather short man and a round one at that, but what caught my attention was the evident anxiety and nervousness as his eyes darted to and forth from my face to his surroundings, as if he expected someone to jump out from thin air and attack him. Or rather looking as unwilling to enter this office as if he was carrying news of a financial loss to Mr. Ambrose. Now that would be a terryfying thing to happen indeed, and I would definitely not like to be on the recieving end of what punishment might be dished out by him.

Finally his eyes settled on me warily as he took in my appearance and spoke, almost as if reassured of something. "Mr. Ambrose?" He spoke in a trembling voice.

"I am Li-Victor Linton, his private secretary. How may I help you?" I enquired politely, while reprimanding myself for almost slipping up and telling him my real name. It seemed that he was here to visit Mr. Ambrose, and according to my personal opinion, whoever was brave enough to visit him by his own free will was guaranteed my utmost respect. After all it is not easy to control your vocal cords when you are being frozen by the cold glare of an iceberg of my employer and that is something I can say from my personal experience.

"I am Mr.Philip and I was asked to meet him today for a personal matter. Where can I find him?"

He almost seemed to be disappointed that I was not Mr. Ambrose, before it gave way to something close to terror. Ah, seems like he had heard about the cold block of granite, but did not have the misfortune to have met him yet. Unfortunately, it was not to remain true for much longer.

  "His office is to the right, through the door." I pointed towards the door while giving him a reassuring smile as he entered the lion's mouth after turning and taking a deep breath, braced himself to face Mr. Ambrose.

As the door closed behind him, I almost pitied the man who had converse with the silent and intimidating cold self of Mr. Ambrose before taking out my watch from the pocket of my vest and looked the time.

Bloody hell! It was more than hour since he had asked for a single file! Knowing Mr. Ambrose, it meant that he had wasted his money paying me for an unproductive hour of doing nothing! That was as bloody possible as the queen herself dancing naked on the streets! There must be something very, very, very important going on in that stonehead of his, for him to overlook such a thing! And as soon as Mr. Philips would-

My brilliant observation and deduction was again interrupted by a dangerously cold yet loud voice of my employer, probably scarring the poor man for life. His silent glare in itself was bastedly intimidating, let alone his anger, enough to cause him to raise his voice. Poor Mr. Philip.

But his muffled voice aroused my curiousity, I approached the door and strained my ears to catch on to the rather one sided conversation.

"....you mean that the messenger was assaulted and the file was stolen?"

"It appears to be so, Mr.Ambrose. But I can assure you that I have put my best men out there to search for the-"

"Then you should have sent your best man on the job in the first place. It is no use searching the file now that it has already been stolen." Mr.Ambrose cut off the meek voice with his own cold, disapproving one, a hint of anger in his words. "You are dismissed, Mr.Philip, and I can assure you that I won't be requiring your services anytime in the near future."

There was the sound of hurried footsteps approaching the door and I hurried towards my desk to pretend as if I had not just eavesdropped on their conversation. A very flustered and terrified Mr. Philip emerged from behind the door, his partial relief taking over his plump features.

He continued towards the door, thankful to be out of here, as I contemplated whether to confront Mr. Ambrose about the missing file and assault on his messenger about which I, his private secretary, did not know a single blasted thing! Wasn't it my responsibility to keep a track of all his files and letters through mysterious messengers?

Well, then, I would make sure that I took care of my responsibility. Determined to know about the contents of the file, I braced myself and opened the door.

The stony visage of Mr. Ambrose was pacing furiously behind the desk, or, to be more precise, wearing a hole in the stone floor. His expression, or rather lack of one, was dangerously, almost terrifyingly cold. He nearly, for lack of words, seemed....angry, and to take into consideration that one of his important, I daresay, files was missing, saying that he was angry would have been the world's greatest understatement. He looked like a hungry lion who had lost his prey. A lion that definitely should not be messed with.

One look at him and I almost turned back, and if it was not for my blasted curiousity, I probably would have.

I cleared my throat. "Mr. Ambrose?"

Looking back, I really should have.

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To all Ladies and Gentlemen,
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Ouch! Not so hard! Um, sorry. Back to a polite note,
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