[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Green Park
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	It didnt take a moment till shivers ran down him at Mrs Wyndham's malicious stare. Yet Gerard kept his ground and his stare, meaning every word he had said to the two woman. What he said was true anyway, he knew it was the right thing and never regretted any of it, even if it means losing his job at this very moment. It will take some time to get himself a new one if it ever came to that and to be able to keep in touch with Millie. He will have to find his ways.

	Gerard helplessly let Emma and Mrs Wyndham sear him, and took almost all of it like a man. Mostly the ones directed towards him, although a docked of month's pay is surprisingly the most punishment he can get out of this, he was taken by surprise of Mrs Wyndham's decision of not firing him at all. At the most this was a relief to him, though  he may be guarded from now on.

	He could not believe that after what Emma just heard and saw of her sister's deaden state and warnings, she still refuse to believe it. Do they prefer not to? Because their status is more important than the safety of a family member apparently. True, although he was a poor working class nothing, this kind of thing is what disgusts him of the higher status. It was utter selfishness and the fact that they dismiss it is more than angering him. He let his stare remain as blank as he could whilst his hands tightly balled into a fist. And before he could do anything to make Mrs Wyndham rethink her decision, a man had walked into their room. 

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[center][h1][color=f6989d]Frances Warwick[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=f6989d]Location:[/color]  The Glimmeric;
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	[color=f6989d]"How is she doing?"[/color] Frances walked up the second floor hallway with her right hand woman, the hallway provides as a sort balcony where it overlooks the brothel. She meant to talk about Sarah Ann. "The girl's all shook up. But can see's she's coping." Ruby replied unassertively. [color=f6989d]"Sarah is still too innocent. It's expected for such a thing to unsettle her, but I believe she'll get through it like she always does."[/color]  Frances overlooks the lower floors as the girls go about their businesses, preparing for the night's trade despite the current happenings, careful and heedful of the madam's requests. Ruby joins her, her elbows comfortably leaning on the ornately sculpted oak railing, a relaxed smile on her lips. 

	"Twas the same look I saw in you on your first day. An uncanny resemblance if you ask me." Frances turned to her companion. [color=f6989d]"And I do remember what a fussy bitch you were back then."[/color] "Got's to keep my good reputation to the madame. You know how it was, nothing personal though." Frances let out a smile, it was rather hard to believe that just a few years ago Ruby was an unpleasant person to her, she would never imagine even sharing a conversation like with her being the second in command for the then vile madame. The Glimmeric used to be a house of unbounded servitude, girls felt the strong danger of working here. It wasn't entirely terrible though it was far from pleasant, not even half of what the Glimmeric is now. And before dead bodies were the least of France's fears, the warm flesh of the living what she fears the most more than the cold lifeless dead. That barely changed up to this day.
	
	After awhile Frances remembered that she will have Bernie drop by at Micheals, as she excused her self the madame went to look for their housekeeper. She eventually found him outside of the establishment, just returning from the brewery with the deliveries of Ale and mead for the week. Bernie looks fairly older, just as old even as the few mature workers at the Glimmeric. Not even they know much about him. With his overall appearance it's not so hard to miss him. He was busily grabbing one keg after the other from the carriage, when he took sight of the madame coming at his direction. Halting his work, he looks down at her, greeting in his usual gaunt stare. [color=f6989d]"Bernie, can you drop by at the butcher's shop today, the butcher has some produce ready for us."[/color] He nodded with a grunt, and goes on to transfer the last of the kegs. Frances then went around just outside the front of the Glimmeric, pausing to see what of the men who were to carry the Lord. With a rather, "generous" man like him she imagines it will be no easy task for the two.