<span style="color: #80FF80"><div style="text-align: center;">~*~ Meanwhile in the Silver Hare Club ~*~</div></span><br/><br/>Anthony was reading his emails on the large screen computer at his glass desks, his thoughts still on his new employee. She had truly captured his attention in a way few rarely did. He loved the game very much, but with her he loved it even more. The way she danced right into his world with light and life that this world rarely saw. The rawness of her was stunning and captivating.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Crash</span><br/><br/>The sound startled Anthony and he looked up from the inbox screen he had been staring at aimlessly as two man dressed just like Gerome came into his office. Anthony raised one brow and frowned at the man from his security team. He made no move to rise or even go see what had made the sound as voices became louder and it was clear there was shouting from downstairs. The door to his office was open. Something he usually never allowed. He turned his gaze to the door, but saw nothing. Sheris had yet to return from wherever her errand had taken her. A brief flash of fear for the woman passed through Anthony.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">"There is a commotion downstairs, Alivia was injured,"</span>The first man spoke in a brusque voice, rough and gravely probably caused by the large scar that ran down the side of his throat across his neck and down into his shirt to disappear right around his ribs. The man's words were always clipped and it took him a long time to say even the one.<br/><br/>Anthony was on his feet before the man had even finished speaking. He headed straight for the door. He spared a glance at the other security man.<span style="color: #80FF80">"Tell me Derick what happened?"</span>Anthony said as he walked down the hall towards the glass elevator that would take him down to the main floor.<br/><br/>Derick walked at his side and spoke in a smooth deep baritone,<span style="color: #80BFFF">"She was with a customer, in the corner both. A regular private showing with no contact. The customer,"</span>Derick paused to read over his notes briefly as the elevator pinged. Derick continued in a smooth voice as they walked into the elevator and the other man Gregory selected the ground floor,<span style="color: #80BFFF">"a Mister Argen, wanted a little more from Alivia and didn't like being told no,"</span>he said with a deep sigh. The elevator doors closed with a little ping and they began to descend.<span style="color: #80BFFF">"Mister Argen got physical with Alice. Alice attempted to get away from him and call out for security.  Mister Argen pushed her through the glass wall behind the stage. Alice is being taken to the hospital. Mister Argen was detained in the holding area out back."</span>Derick finished putting the notebook back in his pocket and unholstering a gun from his hip as the elevator stopped on the ground floor.  Gregory took out his own piece and both man walked out before Anthony could exit. They were at the back of the club. Order seemed to slowly be restoring itself in the club as the stretcher holding Alice was wheeled out and customers began to settle back down realizing the crisis was over.<br/><br/>All of this was visible through the one-way glass wall by which they walked heading towards the dark area at the back of the club. A few girls were looking shocked in the doorway to the girls side of the backstage. Anthony gave them a reassuring smile and waved them back to work. They smiled reassured by his presence and headed back. Anthony instructed Gregory,<span style="color: #80FF80">"Lock the doors. No access to this area until we are done with Mister Argen,"</span>Anthony said in a cold voice. There was steel in his voice and face. Steel in his actions as he limped into what would be the interrogation room. Derick came in with him and Gregory followed a moment later after having locked the three doors that led down here. Only Anthony's private elevator and security would have access to this wing of the club. The man Mister Argen was chained to a large black table in the center of the room. A room that looked like an operations sweat in a hospital with a more medieval vibe.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF80"><div style="text-align: center;">~*~ Back to the Mall ~*~</div></span><br/><br/>Wiping at the tears in his eyes Gerome finally stopped laughing and caught his breath. He had not been this free around anyone. Magdalene seemed to bring out the best side of him. It didn't help that she strongly reminded him of his sister. Something he hadn't felt in years. It was kind of strange in a good sense. Gerome fell into step behind Magdalene determined that she would enjoy this outing even if it would be a little overwhelming. He'd make sure she had fun and was treated with the uttermost respect as was due her position now. The people around them seemed to ignore them when they caught sight of him. A large looming figure behind the two smaller woman.<br/><br/>Gerome gently put his hand on Magdalene's shoulder and gave her a light squeeze,<span style="color: #FFFF80">"Don't worry Magdy Liane will make sure you're well provided for and Anthony wants you to look your best all the time and have beautiful things so don't even think about the cost, let us worry about that. Anthony is a really sweet guy when it comes to treating his employees right."</span>he said trying to reassure her and ease the anxiety he saw in her posture.<br/><br/>Liane was all but bouncing on the balls of her feet when Kristof walked over. Kristof was a tall man dressed in a burgundy suit with a white undershirt finished off with a blood red scarf wrapped around his neck in an fashionable weave. His long black hair cascaded down to his lower back and his ears were evidently pierced with large gold earrings dangling from them. His dark complexion was enhanced by the suit he wore and his bright brown eyes seemed to almost glow from the light as he walked over and immediately hugged Liane.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Oh Liane, little sister! How HAVE you been!"</span>Kristof said in a far too high voice for a male.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">"I'm really good Kristof, could you set Magdalene up here with some fashionable shoes, the usual stuff,"</span>Liane said hugging Kristof like he was her brother and releasing him only after a few long moments.<br/><br/>Kristof beamed,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Hi there Magdalene,"</span>he said extending his hand towards her to shake.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Tell me, what is such a beautiful girl doing dressed in such plain clothing? You would look gorgeous in a lovely baby blue gown! Oh you would be such a jewel! Come now tell me what is your favorite style?"</span>It was evident that Kristof though not as bubbly as Liane, he wasn't exactly a typical guy either. In fact he was probably a little off. He was certainly knowledgeable of fashion. This was confirmed when Liane whispered in Magdalene's ear.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">"Kristof is a designer who has a whole line of woman's clothing that made top of the charts last year on the international stage,"</span>Liane whispered in Magdalene's ear so low that Kristof wouldn't hear her,<span style="color: #FF8080">"and he is quite vain about it,"</span>she added finishing up her little whispered conference.