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If you asked their family, they'd tell you Thomas and Maude were surely soulmates. The two had a bond so strong, that anyone who believed in reincarnation, would tell you that they were certain, Thomas and Maude lo...
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XVI. Once.
It was late when Maude came to Tommy's office in the Parliament building. He was sat at his desk, busy packing up files in his briefcase. His eyes shot up and his brows furrowed when he saw his wife. "What are you doing here, sweetheart?" he questioned.
Maude approached his table, putting her things down on one of Tommy's tables. "Did you forget?" she asked him as she filed through a few papers, searching for the one she wanted at the moment.
"Forget what?" Tommy questioned as he stood up, looking at his wife with his eyebrows still furrowed.
Maude stood up straight and turned to face her husband. "You have a meeting tonight, Tommy." she reminded him and his eyebrows remained furrowed. "With the journalist, Mr. Levitt from the Times," she added before walking towards his journal, flipping it open to the date. "It's in your dairy, my love."
Tommy sighed deeply as he placed his hands on his desk and lowered his head. Maude gave him a pity smile and continued sorting through her files, putting a few on Tommy's desk for him to go through at a later time.
Tommy's assistant, Adam entered the office, carrying a small piece of paper. "Mr. Shelby, this arrived from New York," Adam spoke as he walked up to Tommy's desk, holding out the piece of paper. "It's from Winston Churchill," he added and Tommy put on his glasses before taking the paper and looking it over. "He says he was in New York and had dinner with Charlie Chaplin, and Chaplin mentioned your name."
Tommy dropped the piece of paper down on his desk along with his glasses. "So he was in New York and he doesn't mention the crash." He muttered as he looked through the files his wife had brought him.
"No," Adam replied as he shook his head. "Even though, in the bar last night, Mr Churchill's private secretary reckoned he lost seventy-five thousand pounds in two hours," he informed both Tommy and Maude as he looked between them. Adam was a good assistant but he was a known gossip. "And you? Were you affected, Mr Shelby?" he asked curiously.
Maude cleared her throat and looked at Adam while she pulled back one of the chairs in front of Tommy's desk. "Adam, is the journalist here yet?" she asked him as she quirked an eyebrow.
Adam paled the smallest bit, quickly realizing where he overstepped. He quickly nodded his head as he fiddled with his fingers. "He's outside," he replies.
"Send him in," Maude told him and he nodded before hurrying out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Maude sat down before leaning over Tommy's table, snatching one of his cigarettes and his lighter. Tommy eyed his wife, waiting for her to light her cigarette before taking both items back and lighting his own cigarette. "I'm not in the mood for a meeting," he muttered as he shook his head.
Maude looked up at him, taking a drag of her cigarette. "Well, it's just too late now, my love," she informed him as she shook her head.
Adam came back into the room, with an older man. The man was vaguely familiar, from a long time ago that Maude could now barely remember. She couldn't really remember the man, but she could vividly remember the time she saw him. One of her first brushes with how dangerous and driven Tommy was when it came to business. It was the time he had the King's pictures burned to push back against Inspector Campbell. A long time ago now.
