In the Dragon's Lair
"Madame, there is someone to see you," a straight laced woman with a tight brown bun announced in the room.
"Debra who is it?" The slightly graying woman answered, looking up momentarily from the stacks and stacks of forms and papers. There was a party to be planned in less than a month, and mountains of work always ensued before hand.
"A Mister Hearst, I believe. He says it is very urgent." The woman said with a slight emphasis on the name. This one was not to be toyed with was its clear message.
"Hearst... hmmm, show him in Debra." The gray woman said indifferently, sweeping her arm to the side. Only the tapping of her fingers on the desk displayed her pent up nervousness. She had thought her runaway would have been found by now, how many runaways were groomed by her? One. She should stand out like a sore thumb. And now she was still gone, and that bratty Hearst had come. It was never a good idea to tell clients that there was a problem. "Drat!" she thought, "She has to be in the city! I have had even station and road out watched. Where could she be?!"
"Madame Tally," A young man in a crisp suit and briefcase spoke in clean straight tones, "I have come in regards to Miss Leywen."
"Mister Hearst, please sit. I am afraid that she is indisposed. A visit can not possibly be arranged." The Madame spoke in smooth lie.
"Madame, I know she is not in this institution. I did not come to play games. I saw her not two hours ago selling newspapers with a common street trash." He spoke quickly and forcefully. "One way too close to her too," he thought menacingly.
"Two hours! Where?! Jerry! Come quick!" Madame quickly rose and shouted.
"It's too late, I lost her. That boy she was with found some hiding place for her or something." He growled. "The point is that I want to know what happened and what is being done about it."
"I don't know how she got out. I hadn't realized that that silly Cecilia had talked to her. But, it seems like she filled her friend with basely horrors for the spite of it! We only found her bed unslept in a week ago," the gray woman trying desperately to explain.
"A week! She has been gone for a week, and you have not found her yet?!"
"I've discreetly alerted the police and got in touch with the borders... Of course now that you have seen her, we know for sure that she is still in town."
"Madame, I feel like you have handled this situation most inadeptly. To think of that butterfly out in the city! Chills! I have Chills, Madame." He spoke fervently, "I most definitely have to take care of this myself. A week in the hands of those boys, she must be utterly confused and vulgarized."
"I shall keep you informed, if we find Miss Leywen." Madame said meekly.
"And I shall keep you informed, when I find Miss Leywen." And with that, he stalked out the door.
"Debra! The situation has gotten out of control, get me in touch with Wisely."
"Yes, Madame." And the Madame Tally was left alone with thoughts of a certain well bred girl who she would love to drag down.
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"Madame, there is someone to see you," a straight laced woman with a tight brown bun announced in the room.
"Debra who is it?" The slightly graying woman answered, looking up momentarily from the stacks and stacks of forms and papers. There was a party to be planned in less than a month, and mountains of work always ensued before hand.
"A Mister Hearst, I believe. He says it is very urgent." The woman said with a slight emphasis on the name. This one was not to be toyed with was its clear message.
"Hearst... hmmm, show him in Debra." The gray woman said indifferently, sweeping her arm to the side. Only the tapping of her fingers on the desk displayed her pent up nervousness. She had thought her runaway would have been found by now, how many runaways were groomed by her? One. She should stand out like a sore thumb. And now she was still gone, and that bratty Hearst had come. It was never a good idea to tell clients that there was a problem. "Drat!" she thought, "She has to be in the city! I have had even station and road out watched. Where could she be?!"
"Madame Tally," A young man in a crisp suit and briefcase spoke in clean straight tones, "I have come in regards to Miss Leywen."
"Mister Hearst, please sit. I am afraid that she is indisposed. A visit can not possibly be arranged." The Madame spoke in smooth lie.
"Madame, I know she is not in this institution. I did not come to play games. I saw her not two hours ago selling newspapers with a common street trash." He spoke quickly and forcefully. "One way too close to her too," he thought menacingly.
"Two hours! Where?! Jerry! Come quick!" Madame quickly rose and shouted.
"It's too late, I lost her. That boy she was with found some hiding place for her or something." He growled. "The point is that I want to know what happened and what is being done about it."
"I don't know how she got out. I hadn't realized that that silly Cecilia had talked to her. But, it seems like she filled her friend with basely horrors for the spite of it! We only found her bed unslept in a week ago," the gray woman trying desperately to explain.
"A week! She has been gone for a week, and you have not found her yet?!"
"I've discreetly alerted the police and got in touch with the borders... Of course now that you have seen her, we know for sure that she is still in town."
"Madame, I feel like you have handled this situation most inadeptly. To think of that butterfly out in the city! Chills! I have Chills, Madame." He spoke fervently, "I most definitely have to take care of this myself. A week in the hands of those boys, she must be utterly confused and vulgarized."
"I shall keep you informed, if we find Miss Leywen." Madame said meekly.
"And I shall keep you informed, when I find Miss Leywen." And with that, he stalked out the door.
"Debra! The situation has gotten out of control, get me in touch with Wisely."
"Yes, Madame." And the Madame Tally was left alone with thoughts of a certain well bred girl who she would love to drag down.
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