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Studwick had been working on some papers that the prime minister had needed. Studwick was in charge of the fiances of the lower part of England. He had recently set up some trade dealing with the United States to make both of the countries prosper as much as they could. England had been the trading hub of the world for years, until the United States had declared their Independence 50 some years ago.

Studwick was always fascinated with the United States. They had always boasted about their freedoms and a free way to practice their religion. It was quite ironic to Studwick that slavery had been abolished just a couple years ago in 1833, while the United States still had a high number of slaves. Where was their freedom?

He shrugged off some of his thoughts as he stopped writing, taking a look at the paper of finances he had been working on. It seemed have to been complete. He folded it up, sticking it into a envelope and sealing it.

A distant thud came from downstairs and the shoes of his servants could be heard against the hardwood floor. Studwick stood up and walked to the door, peeking through the doorway, waiting for the servant to open the door.

He turned the knob opening it, letting in a gust of wind, and droplets of rain. A drenched woman stood before the servant. She wore the clothes of a low class. Studwick shook his head, returning to his office chair, figuring it was the new servant that was to be here today.

The servant that had opened the door was one of the Studwick’s senior servants. He cleared his throat, [color=39b54a]“Well aren’t you soaked. You must be the new house maid.”[/color] He paused a moment, looking her up and down. [color=39b54a]“I’m the butler of this estate, Ralf Rickard. Welcome.”[/color] He said giving a slight bow, [color=39b54a]“Let’s get you cleaned up right away so you can meet Mr. Studwick. He’s a little busy at the moment.”[/color]