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'Mr.Linton? Is everything alright? I believe you look quite ill than usual,' his calm yet slightly distressed voice echoed through the walls of his office. I could barely remember the last time I felt content with my life. I might get married soon and there won't be a single thing I could do about it, especially with my aunt tailing behind me. 'Am I alright? I am afraid I do not have a definite answer to your question, sir. Why do you ask, sir? Do not concern yourself with my petty feelings. I shall take care of myself. I am an independent woman and currently under the employ of one of the richest man in the entire England. I am fully capable of putting myself together and I shall be even better off with a chocolate bar...' I ranted monotonously for eternity without giving much of a thought. Blast you, human brain! 'Is that so, Mr.Linton?' he questioned again. I could see his little finger twitch while he maintained an icy cool demeanor. Somehow, I already knew he sensed my false claim. Lilly, say goodbye to the world. 'Why, yes sir. Mr. Ambrose sir.' I lied for yet another time. Dear lord, embrace my holy soul. Au Revoir. His chiseled jaw opened again only to speak,'Very well then, Mr. Linton. Bring me file MVC32XII7.' And with a swift movement he picked up his ink pen and started writing something against a white parchment. I let out a sigh. Lillian, what did you expect? Remember, knowledge is power is time is money. Oh, where were we? Yes! File MVC32XII7. HER STORM HIS SILENCE - A STORM & SILENCE FAN FICTION Storm and Silence belongs to the extremely talented and now a published author Robert Thier. I do not own (most of) the characters mentioned in this fan fiction.
1. Corsets, crinolines and solid chocolate.
