Rubee had expected there to be a bit of silence once she asked if whether or not she could talk to Master Ryan. The man did have his moment of thought and pondering to which Rubee had grown accustomed towards during her stay here in the Teahouse. However, she had not expected Master Ryan and Atticus to boldly have their way with one another with what was going on today. Perhaps the stress of finding out how much Anel's virginity was going to go for prompted the two to burn off a little bit of steam, so to speak; however, it was none of Rubee's business. Had she even asked Master Ryan what was the status between Atticus and him, she bet he would classically tell her to stay out of his business and to stick to what she knew best, which was her job.<em>I seem to already know what scowling look I would get from him</em>, Rubee thought to herself as she took the time in waiting to look and listen to her surroundings. Not enough time was given as she heard Master Ryan:<br/><br/><em>"Yes, come in, Rubee," </em><br/><br/>The door opened for Rubee to see plenty things. One, Mary was blushing as if she was either embarrassed or something of the lustful sort and considering the way Master Ryan appeared, Rubee bet it was lust. Was Mary in lust for Master Ryan? Rubee had to say when she came to the Teahouse, she did like Master Ryan but more out of gratitude than anything carnal but he was her Boss and he was not one to break such rules. Then again, he also seemed to enjoy the company of other men so Mary was out of luck if she wanted to have one night of passion with Master Ryan. She had a better shot with some of the whores who worked their trade outside of the Teahouse than in here; nothing was free in this place and if it was, it came with a hefty price.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Master Ryan," she started, entering through the doorway and waiting for Mary to leave the room to give her the privacy needed to speak about the accounts. Rubee had no clue who could be siphoning money and it was better to keep the numbers close to the vest as much as she could before revealing the truth to Master Ryan and Atticus. Where was Atticus by the way? She kept her gaze at her folders before flicking it towards Master Ryan and then over his shoulder. Was Atticus cleaning himself up? Even now, Rubee could smell the hint of sex on the air but tried her best to keep her composure. Again, it was none of her business but there were times Master Ryan needed a good sit down talk or even for someone to yell in his face but she rather keep her job than piss the man off. Instead, it was usually the whores and clients who were given her advice whether they wanted it or not.<br/><br/>Once Mary made her leave and closed the door behind her, Rubee felt safe enough to hold out the paper work towards Master Ryan. "I went over the accounts today as I do every day before the accountant comes in and I noticed there were a few things off with the numbers. I thought someone wrote down a number wrong or money was merely in another account. When I started to do the numbers, it was more than a few bits of change missing from the account but enough to warrant concern. I calculated, recalculated and did the equations all over again in case I was adding or subtracting something wrong but each time it came out to money missing." Rubee took a breath and managed to inhale even more smell of two individuals fucking the life out of one another. Plus the ruffled clothes of Master Ryan gave fact that it must have been thought clearing enough not to warrant a change of clothes.<br/><br/><em>The sex must have been fucking great. When was the last time I had someone</em>, Rubee thought only to slam the door closed on the last time. Santiago. The last time she had been intimate with anyone had been Santiago. How was she to know their night together would be their last? That the next night, he would be dead and she would be out on the run? No use in thinking such things considering she had made out and fondled people but never really fucked them. To her, she wanted someone who engaged her beyond lustful tactics. Turn on her mind and she would definitely give the best blow job for it. "As you can see, it is certain times of the hour and day that money is being moved out slowly. A few here, more over there, it is almost as if someone is trying to siphon it away for a rainy day. What do you say, Master Ryan?," she asked in order to break her thoughts and get on with the why of being in this room.