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Louisa smoothed down her black dress and slipped on some plain black heels and sauntered out of the door.
She was meeting Lord Pomfrey at ten and she was running very, very late.
Running to her rusty old car, she opened the door and shifted inside, switching on the engine.
The car spluttered into action.
She knew her car wasn't going to last long, but she had more important things on her mind.
She was not looking forward to the next couple of hours. She didn't even know why Pomfrey had asked her to meet him. She guessed that he didn't really want her services, but as he was a paying client she couldn't really pass it up. She really needed the money, paying rent on even a small flat in London wasn't cheap and she had bills to pay.
She had to meet him. She had no option.
Pomfrey wasn't Louisa's favourite person. He was very pompous and incredibly condescending.
She knew that today would be painful.
Sighing, she drove the car down her street and tore around the corner, to her own impending doom.
Pomfrey stood in his grand drawing room, staring out of the window as rain splattered against the pane.
She checked his watch.
10.23.
She was late.
He had to admit, he was more than a little disgruntled.
Ten o'clock he'd asked her to be here and she wasn't even able to do that. He expected people to be prompt.
He snorted as a little car suddenly pulled up on the large drive.
But as its owner stepped out of the driver's side, Pomfrey gasped.
Louisa looked beautiful. Her long strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a loose bun, and a simple black dress, tights and heels showing off her figure perfectly.
He moved away from the window and went to the front door to meet her.
Louisa gazed in awe at Pomfrey's grand house as she walked up the steps towards the large red door.
The place was practically a stately home.
As she reached the top step, the door opened to reveal Pomfrey dressed in a smart grey suit.
She wondered silently to herself whether he wore suits like this all of the time, even in his own home?
He would probably have a fit if he saw how scruffy she looked on her day off, usually dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
He smiled at her arrogantly as she moved forwards to greet him.
"Lord Pomfrey," she said stiffly.
"Miss Taylor," he grinned as she stepped inside.
Louisa gazed around at his grand hallway, decorated elaborately, with large portraits hung all over the walls.
A smartly dressed butler stepped over to her courteously. "Your coat Madam?"
Louisa nodded and quickly shrugged off her black blazer and handed it to the man who strode off.
"Nice house," she muttered turning back to Pomfrey who she noticed was watching her closely.
"Yes it's the family home," he said striding forwards. "It was my fathers and his father's before him and.... well, you get the picture."
Louisa turned to look at him and glanced at his left hand.
No ring.
So he wasn't married. Probably didn't have kids either. No legacy, or heir of his own....so far anyway.
He walked forwards and held open a door for her.
"I thought we could discuss my affairs in the drawing room," he said allowing her to pass through the doorway.
This room was as grand as the last and Pomfrey gestured for Louisa to sit down in a red leather arm chair in front of the blazing fireplace.
She sat down, placing her slightly battered briefcase onto her lap.
Pomfrey sat opposite her as the Butler entered the room.
"Drink Madam, Sir?" he said smoothly.
"I'll have my usual, Bartelby," Pomfrey quipped before glancing over at Louisa.
"I'll have a tea," she said politely.
"Fruit tea or Earl grey Madam?"
"Um, I'll have a fruit tea, thank you," she said smiling.
The Butler bowed and left the room.
"So," said Pomfrey leaning back in his arm chair and staring at Louisa, "shall we get on with it?"
Louisa nodded, a little apprehensively. "Yes, I suppose we should."
"Well, I won't beat around the bush. I wish to take out a case for the closure of St Trinians," he said steadily.
"What?" said Louisa taken aback.
"I want to see that school closed," he said straightening up. "What will it take to get that to happen?"
Louisa was flustered. "Well I don't know," she said fiddling nervously with the clasp on her briefcase. "And regardless, I would never be able to take the case. Miss Fritton is my client...."
"Ah yes," said Pomfrey leaning forwards, "and that is exactly why I want you to take the case. You will be able to bring up all of those nasty little secrets that I'm sure Fritton has entrusted to you."
Louisa stood up suddenly. "What exactly are you saying I should do Mr Pomfrey?" She looked accusingly at him.
He stood up to match her stance. Though he was very tall, Louisa stood parallel to him, her body trembling with anger.
"I was merely suggesting that you continue to work for them while reporting back to me each and every sordid detail Fritton has to offer. You will be paid handsomely of course."
"I don't want your money," said Louisa angrily.
Pomfrey raised his eyebrows at her.
"What kind of lawyer do you think I am?" she yelled. "There's such a thing as client confidentiality you know!"
"Ah yes, I understand that, but I just thought you may be able to do me a favour," he said, grinning fiendishly.
"I'm sorry, I am not going to do that," fumed Louisa, "I'm leaving."
With that she snatched up her briefcase and stormed out of the door.
Pomfrey followed her.
As Louisa turned the corner, she bumped straight into the butler carrying her tea and Pomfrey's drink on a tray.
The tray fell to the floor with a loud crash, as glass and china shattered everywhere.
The Butler fell to his knees and began to pick up the broken shards, while another footman ran off through a door to get a cloth.
Louisa shook her head, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she said bending down and helping the Butler clear away the mess.
"Oh Miss, you don't have to do that," said the Butler glancing up.
"Yes I do," said Louisa plucking up the broken shards carefully.
As the extra footman came over with a cloth, Louisa got to her feet and turned around to Pomfrey who stood behind her.
"I'd better be going," she muttered not looking him in the eye and turning to go, but Pomfrey touched her shoulder gently.
"I am sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to do that, it was silly of me," he said shaking his head, the pompous look disappearing from his face for a moment.
Louisa didn't say anything.
"Listen, I have some affairs you could attend to, legitimate affairs, and I'll pay the going rate," he muttered.
Louisa sighed. "I'm not sure-"
"Please," he said sincerely, gazing into her eyes.
Louisa stared back at him.
"Okay then," she said quietly, sliding back past Pomfrey and moving back into the warm drawing room.
Hope you all like it! Update coming soon. Oh and have a Merry Christmas!