One Shots

Ambrosian Rumour Mill

To say that it went unnoticed would be a gross misunderstanding. After all, the employees at the Empire House were trained to be observant and their watchful wary eyes that made no contact with the master, couldn't help but watch after him. Especially now that he seemed to have found a new secretary.

A seemingly harmless hired hand, a close confidante, private secretary privy to the most delicate workings of Mr. Ambrose's vast empire.  But to say that this man was just like any other would be an understatement. After all, no one could deny the freedom he possessed in this small world of Morden slavery. To say he was the favourite would be laughable, considering Mr. Ambrose's tendency to indifference. But, the familiarity between the stone cold, financial magnate and the ever cheeky secretary could not be denied.

Starting from the unusually long hair to the baggy clothes that eventually led to a more drastic sense of fashion to the easy grin that graced his face that even the boss didn't dare question, the peculiarities went on endlessly.

No one could deny the palpable chemistry, the fierce looks that went to and fro, the way their eyes always drew to each other forgetting the world around them. They seemed to read each other's minds and seemed almost like partners, not in sync but constantly in collision.

But these were just a myriad of stolen looks, momentary glimpses into the dangerous world their employer lived in. And these rumours were but fuel to fantasies, suspicions they dared not voice, a truth they were scared to speak out loud. So these may have remained had the janitor not witnessed a particularly intimate scene that set the rumour mill ablaze.

From that day on, the eyes that followed their master were those with discomfort and a sense of danger that comes with all such forbidden things.

I guess in a way I could sympathise with the secretary. Mr. Ambrose was certainly alluring with those Greek chiseled features and stormy eyes that drove women, and now apparently men mad. This direction of thoughts were enough to turn the young clerk beet red as he was caught staring at the one and only Mr. Rikkard Ambrose.

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Mr. Rikkard Ambrose couldn't have been more bemused. Not that he would ever give more than a second's attention to such trivial matters. But even he couldn't deny the recent pre-occupation of his employees.  I mean he was always keen on discipline but even he was taken aback by the way none of them could meet his eyes, some even reducing to extreme wastage of blood to their facial tissues.

This behaviour had better not continue lest his reputation of being a firm businessman be affected by the absentmindedness of his employees. He shrugged the thought away as his mind returned to more important matters, he must find a way to make Mr. Linton furious again, it was proving to be quite entertaining.