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Book I
"So.. you'r' tailor?" he asked and raised an eyebrow at her.
"And you're a spy." She said looking at him pointedly and picking up the scissors and twirling them in her delicate fingers. Letting her eyes fall down to the table...
Later that day she received a message that she'll need to stay at training estate.
"Why the fuck do I need to do that for?!" Sophie didn't understand.
"It will be only more convenient." Merlin said sitting next to Arthur.
"Convenient my ass." Sophie murmured crossing her arms and looking out of the window.
"Do I get paid more for that?" She said louder.
"We don't pay you, Richards." Arthur said.
'Oh, yes. How could I forget.' she thought sarcastically.
"I should get my own place and other job." Sophie rolled her eyes. Ignoring her comment Merlin continued:
"Don't worry, we will make sure you have descent room and everything you need."
"Everything I need is a paid off vacation for six months twice a year." Sophie retorted.
"Why did no one preposition her for Lancelot's position?" Arthur asked Merlin.
"She refused, sir." Merlin reminded.
"Hell yeah, I did." Sophie said looking angrily at both men.
"Fine. I'll stay here for God's sake." she continued and slumped down in one of the chairs in dining hall.
"I'm a tailor not a servant." She murmured and pulled out her phone while the two men spoke about something.
"High-tech tailor, Richards." Merlin corrected.
'So you were paying attention to me, huh?'
"Can I leave?" she asked.
"Room details will be sent to your personal desktop." Arthur said.
"Does that mean that I can go, sir?" Sophie raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, dismissed." Arthur said. And it was her cue to get hell out of there.
Quickly skipping down the main stairs of Kingsman tailor shop, she was greeted by her tailor colleague.
"Call William, please." she smiled politely and reached for her dark coat.
"Right away Miss Richards." he answered.
Gathering some stuff, Sophie with a small nod went out and ordered her cabby for her flat.
"Need some clothes." Sophie had answered to her driver when asked what the problem was.
Later that evening
Somehow she had hoped for a room in tailor shop's second story, closer to her flat if she needed something. But here she was looking through the window at the Kingsman estate's manor.
"Why did I need to make that call?" she found herself asking the same old question from time to time.
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