Story takes place in the 1920s
This is the story Zorell Dupree, a young twenty year old nurse who moves to the city working for a prestigious hospital. She is a small time girl thrown into the fast-paced world of the city.
Her childhood friend Lel...
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She walked down the walkway until she found the washroom and stepped inside. She thought it would be nice to have new clothes to put on. It didn't take long for her to change, and she was able to wash up and style her hair properly. She opted to apply her makeup lightly, just enough to give her pale skin some color.
After she was done, she exited the washroom and was about to head back to the room when she spotted someone she recognized. It was Harold Gorman, one of her father's employees. She stayed out of sight, so he wouldn't spot her and watched as he was speaking to the boy that they saw earlier that gave her and Leland the last room available. There was an older man standing next to him. She stayed in her hiding place and listened to their conversation.
"I'll ask you one more time," Harold said, pointing his finger at the boy who looked a bit frightened. Herold was intimidating, and even though he was only of medium height for a man, he was husky and strong. His voice was deep which made him more frightening to a boy of his size. "Have you seen this girl?"
He held up the picture, and she knew it was of her. He hesitantly took it. "I-I..."
"Talk!" Harold shouted. Zorell was shaking but still she stayed hidden and silent.
"Don't shout at my son," the man said in a forceful tone. "Robby is a good boy and will help you anyway he can but shouting only makes him nervous."
"I'm sorry, but I've come on behalf of Damon Dupree. I believe he owns the note on this land." So, he was willing to blackmail these people to get her back. "She is his only daughter, and he fears that she may be in danger."
"I-I know him," Robby said and handed back the picture. "H-he stayed here before w-with another g-girl, but this g-girl had a ring o-on."
"Do you remember his name?" his father asked.
"Y-yes, L-lee," he said and looked over towards the place where Zorell was hiding. She stood still and quiet not wanting to be seen. Robby wouldn't look at Harold, and Zorell could understand why. She guessed the boy had a nervous condition, and she figured that was why he stuttered.
He thought for a moment, while Zorell's knees were shaking hoping the boy would send Harold in the wrong direction. His name is... Freeman. I-it's the name he signed on the r-register." The last word was hard for him to get out. Zorell gasped thinking that they were about to get caught.
"Leland Freeman?' Harold asked, and the boy nodded. For some reason he let out a hardy laugh which confused Zorell. She thought about running, but Leland needed her. First, she wanted to find out exactly what her father's yes man was going to do. "This is excellent," he said with a grin and cramped his hands together near his chin.
"Do you wish to speak to him?" Robby's father asked.
"No, and don't tell him anyone was here looking for him or the girl," Harold said and walked away. He stopped at a slightly dirty black car that had a streak of dust near bottom half. A good washing would have cleaned it. He got inside of the car, and she saw him slowly drive off, dirt flying up in the air creating a fog tainting her view slightly.
