<em>Joshua Harris - October 15, 2011 - 8:05 p.m.</em><br/><br/>Old man Harris – which was what everyone called him at the brothel – had a tiny little office in the back of the basement. There wasn’t much more in there than a large old desk – which had been in the old home when Harris originally converted it into a brothel – and a couple of half-empty filing cabinets. Joshua kept book for both the girls and the clients, assigning pay and fees accordingly, as well as paying the tiny auxiliary staff that was really limited to Bert and Doc. In front of him was an opened brand-new ledger, with just the name of the corresponding girl in big red marker letters on the front cover<em>“Miss Ruby”</em>. Joshua took a swig from the glass of scotch by his side when he heard a rather nervous knock on the door. His old voice boomed in reply.<strong>“Yes? Come on in…” </strong>