𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐄𝐑 » thomas shelby

nine

Dora and Polly sit in the kitchen of the Shelby home, for a cup of tea and a smoke.

"Those bloody copper went through our warehouses last night." Mutters Polly through the cigarette between her lips. Dorothy furrows her eyebrows while looking at the older woman, weighting up if she should tell her about Grace.

"Really?" Plays the brunette along.

Polly looks at her suspicious, narrowing her eyes. "Some Peaky men saw them roaming through them last night. But you already suspected something like this happen, eh?"

Dora glups and looks down at her tea. How does this woman know so much, all the time?

"What do you know, Dorothy." Asks Polly the younger woman sharply. Dora looks up and meets Polly's eyes, regretting doing so almost immediately. Dorothy takes a breath.

"Yesterday I helped Arthur in the Garrison with some numbers, when that barmaid, Grace, walked in after carrying a box of those bloody cigarettes of his. She started asking question, way to many questions, and you know Arthur he answered them. He told her where we're storin' the cigarettes, and he told her that it is because of Tommy's orders, now you're telling me that the coppers were searcing the exact same warehouses that Arthur told that gal' 'bout. And you know that the coppers are after those bloody guns, seems a bit suspicious, don't ya' think?" Explains the brunette, not telling Polly about the overheard conversation in the museum, or the plan, Tommy and her have.

Polly nods still unsure if the girl said the whole truth. "Well, I don't like that woman anyways, and if she's a bloody spy, even better, then I have another reason to hate her even more."

Dora smirks a little. "I didnt know that Polly Gray needs a reason to hate somebody."

"I don't." Replies Polly shortly.

Dora sighs and takes the cup with her free hand, she takes a sip before looking at her hands. "I have to talk to Tommy. Arthur's big mouth could cost more than it's worth."

Polly nods agreeing. "He always had a big mouth, just like John. I hope Finn will be better, at holding his tongue."

Dora chuckles and looks at the green doors behind her, when they suddently open. The small Shelby boy walks through the door, not closing it behind him. "Aunt Pol, John asks for you."

The woman sighs annoyed and puts her cup down. Then she points with her hand, that holds the cigarette, at Dora. "Men, useless as always."

Dorothy chuckles nodding and Polly gets up, she pushes past Finn into the betting den. The young woman looks after the older one amused and takes another drag from her cigarette. She then looks at the young boy who is about go back into the crowded betting den.

"Finn, lad. Do you know where Tommy is?" Finn nods. "He's in his office."

Dorothy thanks the youngest Shelby, sets her cup down takes another drag and puts the cigarette out in the cigarette holder on the table. She gets up from her seat and follows the eager boy, who just wants to get back into the crowded place. Dora pushes past the howling men, towards Tommy's office. She knocks on the wooden door and waits for him to reply. "Yeah."

After hearing his gruff voice, the woman opens the door and closes it after she walked inside. "Tommy. The coppers have searced your bloody warehouses, but you probably already know that."

" Yes, I do know." Tommy doesn't look up from the paper on his desk, and just continues writing stuff down. "Grace knew about the warehouses, she knew that we keep the cigarettes in there, because Arthur's told her."

Tommy raises his head slightly to meet her eyes. "I'll tell Arthur to keep his mouth shut around her."

"Good." Answers Dora, not reacting to his cooldness. Dorothy is about to walk back outside after an internal groan.

"Dora, wait. I have an request" Stops Tommy's voice the brunette. "I need someone. Kimber has got an advisor that helps him with accountance and keeps a look at the legal side of business. And I need someone as well, someone with class, someone like you Dora."

Dorothy titles her head with an raised eyebrow. "Are you offering me a job? Like an official?"

"Yes. Look at it as a second job, and don't worry you'll still be able to work at the flower shop." Tommy gets up and walks around his desk, leaning against it and looking at Dorothy.

"You are good with numbers, you know the books. It is only logical to offer you the job."

"That is the only reason?" Asks Dorothy smirking sarcastically. Tommy chuckles lightly. "No, you know it's not."

"Then I accept." Smiles Dorothy. Tommy nods warmly. "I know you would say that."

The man stands back straight up and walks back around the table. Dorothy walks towards his desk and leans, on her hands, against it. "Anything new on Grace?"

Tommy nods slightly. "I asked a few of my contacts and the bar she supposedly worked at, said that she never worked there, also she is a protestant."

"And how does that help us?" Asks Dorothy curiously. Tommy doesn't answer and instead brings some papers back in order. He grabs the pile and lifts it. Dora stands up straight looking Tommy in the eyes, expecting an answer.

"Just trust me." Tells Tommy her before walking to her. He puts a hand on her cheek and let's his thump strokes it softly. He doesn't answer and pecks her lips quickly, doing the same thing to her forehead, before opening his office door. He stops in the door for a second and looks back at the woman. "Meet me at the Garrison, at five, and don't be late."

Dorothy watches the man leave into the business of the betting den, leaving the woman alone in his office. "Bloody hell, men."

Dora sighs and let's her gaze run through the office, her body still standing on the same spot in front of the desk. Dorothy nods sighing to herself and marches out of Tommy's office and the betting den, back to the floer shop. She knows that she has to tell Nick about Tommy's job for her. She is still going to work in the flower shop, she's just going to help Tommy out more and gets more money for the stuff she usually helps out with anyways.