Post by Stephen Leland on May 25, 2016 17:40:10 GMT
Open to Sayvahn
Mary's POV
Charles Leland's antics never sat right with her. The man was a constant flirt-unprofessionally so-and struck her as the most self centered, pompous wind bag of a man she had ever met. Not the kindest thing to think of your employer but Mary tended to like everyone so an ill opinion from her was saying something.
The woman frowned at the candle and rose petal path that lead up the stairs to Charles's office. Apparently he was trying to woo some woman that he saw perform at the theater district today. At least it was not another party. Sighing, Mary stood by a box of matches, prepared to relight any candles that went out. Yes, this was her job for the day, to watch candles. How exciting.
Just as she was about to die of boredom, the front door banged open loudly which almost caused her to drop the box of matches in hand. Blinking in surprise, she turned to see just what kind of a woman Charles was trying to woo as well as try and figure out why the woman felt the need to bust the door down in such a manner.
Much to her surprise, a bedraggled man walked through the door, looking like he had just come out of the war; His muddy boots squeaked as he stepped into the room but paused and went no further than the first smattering of rose petals on the carpet. Mary blinked as she looked at the messy mop of hair and the eye patch the man had on. Oh my , was that...?
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Stephen took one look at the romantic display in front of him then turned to leave. He was far too tired for this dung.
"W-wait! Stephen- ah, I mean, Mr. Leland!" squeaked a voice, giving him pause as he turned to see whom had spoken. A woman her remembered as a maid at their house hurried over to him with a pale face.
"Oh my stars, it really is you! W-what are you...? How did you...? Where where you?!?! Oh my sweet stars, I- ALISA COME QUICK."
With that, the frazzled woman ran off, disappearing down the hallway. Watching her scamper away with a tired look, he shook his head then turned back to the gross display in front of him. Who this hell was this for-certainly not him since no-one knew he was here. Queens, he needed a bath. He smelled like a donkey's backside. Rubbing his face in exasperation, he went back inside and made his way over to the nearest bathroom, avoiding the rose scented path at all costs.
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Charles was confused as to why everyone was making such a ruckus downstairs when he was clearly busy entertaining his guest. Was it too much to ask for the help to shut their traps for once and let him do what needed to be done? "One moment, my dear. I should attend to that. Wait right here," he purred to the somewhat nervous looking woman-ha, most women tremble before a perfect specimen like him. With that done, he exited to see what all the hallibaloo was about. Much to his disappointment, there was a pair of muddy shoes by the door, candles were out, and no one was to be seen.
"MARY. WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THOSE CANDLES," he boomed, adjusting his bathrobe as he went downstairs.
Mary's POV
Charles Leland's antics never sat right with her. The man was a constant flirt-unprofessionally so-and struck her as the most self centered, pompous wind bag of a man she had ever met. Not the kindest thing to think of your employer but Mary tended to like everyone so an ill opinion from her was saying something.
The woman frowned at the candle and rose petal path that lead up the stairs to Charles's office. Apparently he was trying to woo some woman that he saw perform at the theater district today. At least it was not another party. Sighing, Mary stood by a box of matches, prepared to relight any candles that went out. Yes, this was her job for the day, to watch candles. How exciting.
Just as she was about to die of boredom, the front door banged open loudly which almost caused her to drop the box of matches in hand. Blinking in surprise, she turned to see just what kind of a woman Charles was trying to woo as well as try and figure out why the woman felt the need to bust the door down in such a manner.
Much to her surprise, a bedraggled man walked through the door, looking like he had just come out of the war; His muddy boots squeaked as he stepped into the room but paused and went no further than the first smattering of rose petals on the carpet. Mary blinked as she looked at the messy mop of hair and the eye patch the man had on. Oh my , was that...?
~~~
Stephen took one look at the romantic display in front of him then turned to leave. He was far too tired for this dung.
"W-wait! Stephen- ah, I mean, Mr. Leland!" squeaked a voice, giving him pause as he turned to see whom had spoken. A woman her remembered as a maid at their house hurried over to him with a pale face.
"Oh my stars, it really is you! W-what are you...? How did you...? Where where you?!?! Oh my sweet stars, I- ALISA COME QUICK."
With that, the frazzled woman ran off, disappearing down the hallway. Watching her scamper away with a tired look, he shook his head then turned back to the gross display in front of him. Who this hell was this for-certainly not him since no-one knew he was here. Queens, he needed a bath. He smelled like a donkey's backside. Rubbing his face in exasperation, he went back inside and made his way over to the nearest bathroom, avoiding the rose scented path at all costs.
~~~
Charles was confused as to why everyone was making such a ruckus downstairs when he was clearly busy entertaining his guest. Was it too much to ask for the help to shut their traps for once and let him do what needed to be done? "One moment, my dear. I should attend to that. Wait right here," he purred to the somewhat nervous looking woman-ha, most women tremble before a perfect specimen like him. With that done, he exited to see what all the hallibaloo was about. Much to his disappointment, there was a pair of muddy shoes by the door, candles were out, and no one was to be seen.
"MARY. WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THOSE CANDLES," he boomed, adjusting his bathrobe as he went downstairs.