<span class="bbc_u">Rubee's Room and Office:</span><br/><br/>"What the fuck," Rubee Mariana (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98038.msg4363796#msg4363796) muttered beneath her breath as she scratched out the numbers on the piece of paper and went through the calculations for the fifth time finding each time her assumptions were correct. Damn, she hated when she had to be right in this area because by her calculations money was missing at least two times a week for certain clients. Someone was either not putting down all of the money made from their night or the client was giving the whores pieces of paper with money written on it. If this was true, she needed to talk to Master Ryan and the head accountant about the discrepancies in the account. She was the Accountant's assistant whenever he was not around to be here twenty-four seven for he had another accounting job somewhere else but Rubee liked to double check everything including the booking log for the times the clients came in to see the patrons of the Teahouse. Good Lord, a few weeks back a client came in on another date than the one penciled down and thought to blame her for the mishap. The only back up she had were copies of the log book to verify the client was to come in the following day at the exact same time for their time with one of the whores.<br/><br/>What was she going to do? The head accountant would not be in for a few more hours and last she saw of Master Ryan, he was in his room with Atticus, his right hand man. The two must be talking about how large the sum was going for Anel's virginity. All ready the bid was up to twice the original asking amount within the last hour and Rubee bet it would triple in the next thirty minutes. The last bid came only a mere twenty minutes ago and it was the only other thing keeping Rubee slightly sane along with the phonograph (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9h9eCkklzHA/TLLw01BTR8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Q7e5BgRzpuc/s1600/edison_phonograph_idelia.jpg) playing Beethoven's 'Fur Elise' to keep her occupied for the moment. "I need to tell him now but I need to hurry in case the courier gets back with how big the bid is for Anel," she said beneath her breath, stacking her papers and putting her pen ink back into its stand and topped the bottle of her ink. She had never heard about any male in this area being a virgin let alone a whore but Anel must really know how to keep his ass from being ploughed by any male or female client here at the Teahouse.<br/><br/>As Rubee removed the needle to interrupt Beethoven, the sounds of groans and moans resounded against the wall to the left of her. She thought she imagined it but was one of the moaning voices Atticus? Surely Atticus was not using Master Ryan's personal office and bedroom as a place to conduct his liaison with one of the whores from the establishment. She knew and heard about his last occupation as an ex-whore but she never brought it up thinking that the past was the past; the past should be left to fade away. For her, she knew the past needed to stay away if she wanted to take another breath or send more money to her child at the end of the week. Yet, to hear Atticus moaning meant he had broken the celibacy he had taken since arriving at the Teahouse. Rubee arrived a few weeks after Atticus but she never really got to know the man seeing he was the right hand and would most likely not want to get stuck in idle talk when he should be protecting and watching over Master Ryan. Yet, not it seemed Atticus was betraying the trust by bringing in someone to get him to pop his celibacy cherry just made Rubee shake her head in disappointment.<br/><br/>"If Master Ryan finds out, he is surely going to boot his ass out onto the street," she muttered, getting close to the wall and pressing her ear to get a better sound of what was going on in Master Ryan's room. If Atticus was having dalliances with other women or men, she wanted to know before the rest of the whores started their gossip mongering.<em>"Massssterrr..."</em>. Hearing Atticus call out the word 'Master' brought both of her eyebrows to shoot up near her hairline. The only person in the established called Master was Master Ryan. Was Master Ryan in his office dallying away with Atticus? The next few seconds were critical as she heard the other individual deep groan and confirmed with satisfaction that it was Master Ryan having his wicked way with his own right hand, Atticus. She should have realized Atticus and Master Ryan would have a much more closer relationship than just employee and employer but to hear that made Rubee realized that this place was the worst place to try and pick up someone to spend their lives with; everyone here was a whore and everyone was getting paid to be a whore.<br/><br/>Rubee waited a few more minutes, leaving the safety of her office and leaning against the closed door of her office as she watched Mary the Servant come and then go into the office. "Seems Atticus and Master Ryan are done with their tete-a-tete," she murmured, smiling but knowing the reason to speak to Master Ryan wiped the smile off of her face. She needed to explain and show Master Ryan the figures knowing he might ask if she went over the numbers thoroughly. After scratching and doing the numbers six times, there was not lie in her words. Money was missing from the account and someone was going to have to pay for it. When she figured it was time to interrupt the lovely couple, Rubee knocked three times on the door of Master Ryan's and announced herself, "Master Ryan, this is Rubee Mariana, I wanted to speak with you about some financial matters. I do not think it can wait considering the gravity of the situation." Rubee stood and waited, wondering what was going to be on the other side of the door.