Rubee left Master Ryan's room a bit lighter in her step. Somehow, she went over fretting where the next money would go to in paying off her debts and now she was possibly going to be head accountant. For now, she needed to keep her eyes and ears alert for Frederick. The snake was supposed to be coming in soon and she at least wanted to see him before he had his fingers broken and his reputation ruined beyond repair. Frederick was going to receive his just desserts for trying to play the Teahouse and Master Ryan for a fool. Even more for him doubting her ways in figuring out numbers. The man assumed she was illiterate by her scribbled notes she made in the margins of the parchments whenever she double checked the numbers.<br/><br/>However, she needed to take the log book and head to the ground floors to settle herself behind her front desk and her leather chair (http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfwfxq45dt1qgrz8zo1_400.jpg). Rubee settled herself in with the booking ledger and adjusted the items she needed to pen in the clients, the times or to even cross out anyone who did not get clearance from the Master of the Teahouse. "All right, who is next?," she said aloud, opening the ledger, biting on the end of her ink pen to figure out who was next up and if at any time the whores needed to be lined up for the look overs.