part 3
(Ariel Pov)
I´ve dealt with eyes all my lives. I´m not phased by this anymore(haha little joke here) as I´ve finally opened my own agency, of course, after many trials and tribulations and I can´t help to linger that if my name was Eric opening my own agency would have been a lot more smooth than Ariel. I had to work as a secretary, get a certification, and get more 2 years of work experience so I could open my own agency.
And at the moment, the little house I managed to rent for my work is serving me well as right now I have what seems my first client (well, the second client, but, the woman in front of me seems to be from an aristocrat family) and she is sitting in front of me dressed in green and displaying a hairpin.
“So, Martha indicates me to you. Hope I can exceed expectations” Ariel replies in a good tone and watches as the woman shows a small smile.
“Martha is an old friend of mine and if she trusts you, that´s fine enough for me. You know that laws and costumes are working. Women´s right, workers´ right and well, we must always rely on a good man to help us but count on a bad man to ruin everything” the woman named Analise Darkholme-Leblau replied amused and has a mockery tone and I can understand her words better than no one.
(If I was Eric...how easier would my life be?)
“We´re women in a men´s world and we must know how to play the game” is my sincere words here even if sometimes I wish to just go berserk in some rare cases.
“Exactly, my mother always says that” Analise know seems more approving of me and is good for the business. I suppose. I can see her eyes travel through my office and spot on the two photographies on the desk. “Your family?”
“Of a sort, this is my friends. Kwanon, Karma and Yana” and she does not make any comment about some age difference in regards to the ladies in the pictures. She asked about my family again and I can see what she truly want to know.
“My parents are a beloved memory now” my hand hold the Star of Davi as if I could feel my mother´s warm hands on mine. Analise seems remorseful for a moment and apologises. “I´m not from a noble background, Mrs Darkholme-Leblau, I´m from the worker class and I don´t hide this”
I was expecting her to say something negative about my comment, instead, she´s amused. “Good. I need someone like you, one of my girls needs to have the paper in order, you see, rules are to help if you obey all of them otherwise you´re lower than scum”
And she does not need any more euphemism to make her case clear here. She´s an owner of a whorehouse. People often imagine an owner of a whore house to be a Chinese woman in the most cliche outfit imaginable, but, this propaganda is slowly losing strength thanks to the end of the opium war (but Kwanon stills deal with people who thinks the continent Asia is one big country and in moment like this, facing the ignorance of those people, we women must strong)
“And ...is there any reason for this girl to not be here?” I asked the one million euros question.
“She´s unwell at the moment”
“I see. I can take the papers for your girl...but I need to see her first...her line of work does not bother me if you are thinking it does, but I can do documents for a person I never saw before”
“I can give you the name is that enough?”
“How about you give me the name and the person?”
Analise Darkholme Leblau is not expecting this, but, she accepts my terms in the end. Once her girl gets better she´ll come here to take her legal documents. and I watch the elegant woman leave my office as more questions are present in my mind.
Dr Darkholme´s sister has a whorehouse. Does he know? Is he the one who takes care of the medical need of the girls?
The whore house also arrives as soon the Darkholmes installed in London and this time is not a coincidence.
Epilogo.
(no pov)
Analise is searching for her brother and Deadpool, the ever-faithful butler, informs her that “blue is upstair being upset and broody again” and lo behold, there´s the man doing his usual experiences and stops only to greet his sister.
“Brother...are you still looking for a woman to be your new wife?” Rogue asked and Wade replies yes, even though the question wasn´t for him.
“He even tried with Isabella Montellini, but, the girl ended up marrying her cousin which ...ouch, Kurt, ouch” Wade interjects again and for once, this makes Rogue/Analise smiles wildly.
“Well, yes, she did prefer marrying her own cousin...why the question?” Kurt asked noticing her smile.
“Because...I have an idea for you. How about a nice working-class woman who has her own agency?”
“if I marry her...wouldn´t people see me like a prince charming?” Kurt recalls in the journey a viscount who married a commoner and how everyone treated as she is the real-life Cinderella.
“Only if they are completely blind” Rogue and Wade replied together.
“But seriously... she could be a great choice...plus, she does not have cousins”
“I´ll think about it” is his final reply and Rogue leaves him be wondering if that will result in positive results or not.