Silent Fire (Fanfiction)

Mummy Ambrose

I sighed in contentment as I smelled the familiar scent of home. A smile bloomed into my face as I inhaled the lovely smell of polluted air, power hungry men and dormant feminists. After being so long in the middle of the jungle with those forsaken mosquitoes, I kind of missed the pests back at my home country.

Nothing like medieval beliefs and female oppression to feel back at home. But I couldn't really whine, I liked it. I loved it actually, being back at the land that gave birth to me- metaphorically of course- and the land I intended to change someday.

It was such a promising sight.

'Mr. Linton, haven't I taught you anything?'

I didn't even bother to turn around and look at the cold eyes of my employer. I could already feel the cold gusts of the glare he was throwing my way. 'Of course you have Sir. Glare, manipulate and conquer.'

'Mr. Linton-'

'Oh yes, pardon me Sir, I forgot the intense brooding silence'

"Mr, Linton.'

'Yes, Sir?'

'Silence.'

'Of course Sir, immediately Sir.'

His steps were slick and calculated against the wooden floor as he made his way toward me. I focused on the pink envelopes lying across the floor before me and willed myself not to turn around. Mr. Ambrose's presence soon came into my sight in the form of his old but mint conditioned black shoes.

'Where's my letter Mr. Linton?'

His voice had his usual smooth and premeditated undertone, however I could sense the tension behind it. Considering the man was limited in the expression department, this was quite an achievement for him.

'I'm looking for it Sir.' I glance at his form for a second, managing to catch his little finger twitch in the process. I diverted my eyes from the stone walled man before me and directed my glare toward the useless pink envelopes.

'Knowledge is power-'

'-is time is money, I know Mr. Ambrose.'

'Then why don't I have the letter in my possession.'

I intensified my glare, exactly like he had taught me. For a second there I saw a spark ignite in one of the corners. Mmm, maybe I was doing it incorrectly. Shouldn't it freeze?

On the other hand I couldn't object if they blew up in flames. Some place within me screamed at me -commanded me- to grab all the letters and throw them on his desk.

I, Lillian Linton, was a respected- unknown and undiscovered- secretary helping the wealthiest man in the entire British Empire and Ireland. I was proud of everything I've done...but this.

I wasn't a family therapist, as much as I excelled in the advising department. I wasn't willingly going to become one of those foolish females skimming through past lovers' letters, smelling their perfumes...

I shudder ran down my spine. I couldn't comprehend how such a strong, wonderful, female extraordinaire like myself, ended sitting on her office's floor skimming throw pink envelops.

I wasn't paid for this!

'You are paid to do as I say.'

I lifted my gaze and glared at him. He didn't pay for my thoughts though. Those were mine. I stood up from the floor, my generous derrière making the movement less smooth than what I wanted to be.

I should really eat less solid chocolate.

'With all due respect Mr. Ambrose, Sir, if I may-'

'You may not.'