It was a stressful few weeks for Irene. She had the carpet redone and the kitchen renovated. She had started to order in the furniture and Molly had helped dispose of the old junk.

Meanwhile, Molly had been looking after her clients with the help of Kate, who had the palm cards on hand. Molly re-read Irene's suggestions after a client to solidify what she had done. By the end of the fourth week, Molly was starting to feel confident. Leaving the palm cards untouched, Molly was confident in walking into the room to greet her client.

Molly had a newfound confidence when she left the house, and not just because she was so pretty now. She had a certain spark to her that she never knew she could have. It was probably that she knew and recognized that she is the most desired person in all of Europe (if her clients were any indication) and it wasn't all Irene's doing. The body was one thing, but it was still Molly operating the mechanics.

It had been five weeks since Irene had moved Molly's furniture into her garage. Naturally, Molly was intrigued by the types of clothes Irene would buy for her and after checking out the labels on her clothes, Molly left to check out these shops. She had walked into a shop from the street and started to browse, ignoring the many customers who gaped at her.

One person, however, made her feel on edge. A woman stood in the middle of the shop, texting on her BlackBerry. She glanced up at Molly as she walked by.

As Molly made her way around the shop, the woman spoke.

"Irene. I need you to come with me," the woman said, her eyes locked on the phone.

Molly froze, feeling as though time froze with her. Why on earth would she go with this woman when she had no idea what was going on? "Why?" she asked, looking around the shop to find it was now empty. The shop assistants had left, leaving the two women alone. She had no idea how this could have happened and she was starting to get scared.

"My boss needs to have a word with you. It's that time again, Irene," she said, confusing Molly even more.

She shrugged. "I'm not available right now. You need to call up in advance, not confront me in public," she responded before walking out.

Molly had walked back onto the streets and towards her flat. She kept her head down and hair shielding her from view. There were a pair of legs facing her in the middle of the walk way. She stopped and her eyes trailed up his legs and settled on his face. He was dressed in a three piece suit with an umbrella in hand.

"Miss Adler," he said with a frown. "A pleasure, as usual."

Molly couldn't help but smirk. "I'm sure."

The man gestured to a waiting black car. "I'm going to need to have a word with you," he said, taking a step towards the car. He kept his eye on her. "So, please, get in the car."

Molly looked around at the bustling street. Why had no one noticed the interaction yet? "I'm busy at the moment. If you could call and make a time, that'd be great."

The man shook his head and opened the back door. "Miss Adler, I insist you get in the car right now."

Instead of approaching him, Molly took her phone from her bag and walked away, typing in Irene's number. She pressed the call button and bought her phone up to her ear.

After a few moments, Irene picked up. "Molly, what?"

"I'm trying to look at clothes and a man in a suit and a texting woman are trying to make them go with them. What do I do?" she asked.

She heard Irene sigh on the other end of the phone. "Tell Mycroft to come and pick me up. I'll advise you. He won't let you call during the meeting and he'll confiscate the phone. It's best that you get me there. Text me if it's alright," Irene said before hanging up.

Molly rolled her eyes at the blunt words of Irene. Of course she was chill about it all. Molly was sure that it was everyday someone like this came to pick her up for various reasons. All Molly couldn't understand was: if this man (or woman) was a client, how had she never seen them before?

Molly climbed into the car and moved to the furthest seat, allowing Mycroft to get in after her. The door closed behind him, leaving the woman with the BlackBerry missing. Irene waited for the text that never arrived, leaving the startled young renovator feeling anxious and scared. Molly watched the man as he stared out the window.

"Did your mother ever tell you it was rude to stare?" the man, Mycroft, asked.

Molly shrugged. "Did yours tell you it was rude to kidnap women from off the street?"

Mycroft pursed his lips and looked down at his hands, playing with the umbrella. He looked over at her and frowned.

"If I were you, Miss Adler, I wouldn't walk around so publicly and so confidently. You're well aware of the situation taking place at the moment and I wouldn't want you to get more involved than you need to be. Stay inside, clear your schedule, and keep away from people. You're not safe. We have to bump up your security to level six," Mycroft said before looking out the window.

"Wait, what?" Molly asked, frowning back at him. "You think I can afford to drop everything? I don't have time for that, Mycroft."

He ignored her and she made no attempt at conversation. The car pulled over after twenty minutes. After a few moments, her door was opened and Molly got out.

"Remember what I said. I'll see you soon to discuss the terms of the agreement. It seems you broke one or two," he said before the door closed.

A/N: hello my darling, beautiful reader, you!

Wow! I don't think any of us expected such a quick update! Gracias to those who reviewed, you're so beautiful!

This is all getting pretty intense! I didn't mean it to be, but there is no story without conflict, as the saying goes. Next chapter will be a confrontation between Irene and Molly resulting in a few tears.

I'm going to leave it here for now. Also, as a final note, even though I just said I wouldn't say more, the story is officially off hold! Huzzuh!

Next chapter should be soon; I'm half way through :)

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