Late - A Storm & Silence Fanfiction

1. Fifty-Four Seconds

Rikkard Ambrose's P.O.V

Creak!

As the door swings open with some difficulty on its old, rusty hinges, I can feel my muscles tense up.

"Morning, Dick!"

Dick. Her oh-so-witty nickname for me- for me! I was about to reply when I suddenly remembered myself. 

Be calm! Be cold! Be commanding!

I stay silent- but for a small cough. Not the sort when you've misplaced your handkerchief, mind- the sort when your private secretary is becoming somewhat bothersome.

"Good morning, Sir," she retorted. I could feel her rolling her eyes... her warm, chocolate brown eyes......

"Sir?"

Inwardly, I curse, blotting furiously.

Sniffing, I find myself uttering the words that seemed more of a command than a comment;

"You're late."

Sighing internally, I look up at her- no, HIM, don't forget yourself-

"Not by my watch!" She protested.

I take a deep breath. "You are fifty four seconds late. Whatever were you doing? Whatever it was, please refrain from such nefariously time-wasting activities in future."

I look up at her. She is standing with her arms folded across her chest, looking at me in askance. Shifting her position slightly, she hands a wad of letters towards me.

"Your post, Sir." she offers. I take it from her, making sure to brush my hand against hers in doing so. A warm tingle spreads from my hand to my heart, rousing an unknown feeling inside me.....

I leaf through, uninterested. White letters, brown letters, grey letters... I freeze.

"What," I ask, stone cold- "is this?"
I am referring to a small, grey letter with unmistakably scrawled lettering that read:

Mr. Rikkard Ambrose
Empire House
322 Leadenhall Street
London
England

"A letter, sir."

"Dispose of it imminently."

Hearing the door swing shut with an unoiled creak, I turn on my heel and sit down at my desk, slumped, breathing deeply. They kept on coming- never answered, never read, always noticed. She was persistent, tenacious- she wasn't going to give up so easily, to admit defeat.

But if that was the case, then what was I to do now?

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Dearest readers

How do you like it so far? What do you think of the perspective? ;-)
I'm sorry that this chapter is so short... It's hard upholding the legacy that is @RobThier!
Please do leave comments, suggestions and constructive criticisms that you may or may not have for me if you can be bothered....

Yours sincerely,

Miss Penelope Charlotte Bennett