In Harm's Reach

part I

I stood there, completely motionless, like the high reaching arches that stood in front of me. But I knew too well that eventually I would break my impression and be forced to enter. Oh well, I better start writing my feminist obituary, because this was one adventure without a happy ending.

You're probably wondering where I happened to be, and why I was as hesitant as a stone statue to move forward.

Can you guess?

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I am standing in front of the one, the only, East India company.  Did you guess right? Because I sure didn't.

Oh, and did I mention that Mr. Ambrose was here with me too?

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'Mr. Linton'

'Yes, Mr. Ambrose?'

' In the slightly above average chance that we do not come out of this building ever again, I would like you to know something '

'Yes, Mr. Ambrose?'

' I have-'

' Oi! Move out of the way! Some of us have jobs!'

I will most likely never know what Mr. Ambrose was to say, because right at that moment he closed his stoney presence through the doors of East India company without a deterred look on his granite visage.

And so did I.

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As quickly as we entered the forbidden domain ,  Mr. Ambrose strode forward, passing corridors, and doors, as if he came here every Wednesday for afternoon tea.

' Where are we going? And why are we here? And why the he'll are we at Dalgleish's at 4 in the morning?!'

But no words escaped the cold slab of concrete that perfectly formed Mr. Ambrose, not even a glare from the frosted depths of his eyes. He simply kept striding forward, ignoring me like dirt under a shoe.

I was starting to get irritated, when I had asked for the third time, only to illicit the same lack of response, when Mr. Ambrose came to a turn, then halted.

'Why did we stop?'

Mr. Ambrose ignored me, yet again. And began to pull a cloth out of his pocket that contained several tiny bent metal rods, and proceeded to insert them in the key hole of the door.

It took him at least 5 minutes to pick the lock, which felt like 25 when you were being ignored and sleep deprived. I could figure out why we were here at 4 in the morning, but I still couldn't figure out why exactly we were here. Did Dalgleish steel another one of his documents? When? And why didn't he tell me? I thought that after all we had been through, he finally trusted me enough to tell me his problems. But I guess I was wrong.
I heard a clicking sound, and looked at Mr. Ambrose as he opened the door, but before he could get up, a shuffle was heard from inside the room. My heart started to panic.  Oh great, you're gonna die before women get the rights to work. Congratulations. Shut up. Don't blame me for your stupidity, it's not my fault you're here at 4 in the morning, unprepared for death like a wild game hen. SHUT UP.

Shortly after the sound faded footsteps were heard, and out emerged, guess who.

The Dalgleish himself.

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