Rubee pondered whether Master Ryan would at least give her the satisfaction to watch the hand breaking go down but then again, she might be considered a witness to a crime. Witnesses around here were always in danger of having themselves disappear off the face of the earth or end up in a shallow grave by the cemetery a few streets down. Rubee knew better than to put herself in dire situations so she kept her question to see Frederick scream in agony to herself. Better to let her imagination run free with how excruciating the pain would be for the stupid accountant who could not keep his grubby hands to himself. Now she was going to have to contend with yet another accountant putting his nose down at her because she did not have the luxury of having a maid, a butler or a nursemaid to wash her ass or launder her clothes. Besides, Rubee was happy being able to do something domestic or she would have relied on men and women to take care of her. Not what Rubee wanted in her life.<br/><br/>"Take over?," she asked, her mouth falling open like a fish out of water but Rubee quickly regained her composure. Was Master Ryan trying to dangle an opportunity only to remove it from her once he was done playing or was he truly offering her the task of proving herself to take on the position of being head accountant? Not only would it be her first full-time job while she considered her booking as a part-time, but it would bring more income to her purse. It might even bring enough money to send a birthday gift to, no, she was not going to send anymore gifts. It was getting harder and harder to just send gifts and not ask for photographs in return. Her parents were her parents and she had given up her right to be a mother once she realized a life of being a hooker's child was not what she wanted for her unborn child. What Rubee needed to do was put that money elsewhere into fixing up her bedroom slash office.<br/><br/>In fact, she had to get going on assembling the female whores because a regular client was coming in to look through the line and make their choice. Plus, Rubee could sense Master Ryan was just itching to get back to Atticus. Damn, what she would not give to be a fly on that wall in the bathroom. "I will get to it and assemble the whores in the next thirty minutes. I would be forward and say enjoy your thirty minutes with...," she let the words fall, letting her smile shine though as she gave a male's bow and exited just as quickly in order to get away from any scowls Master Ryan would throw her way. On to calling the whores up to line...<br/><br/>*Next post will take place in the ground floor*