Miss Orléans / Arthur Morgan x OC

10: Secrets

It came to my realization that I never done an Authors notes and that's unusual of me. Lately I just write chapters, edit them and post them. Do you guys even want an A/N? But if I do one what would it even be about?

I don't know~ guess ask me questions🤷🏻‍♀️

Anyway, I have like 5 chapters ready to go and I just need to edit them, but honestly I'm planning to write two more before I upload again. Just Incase I have a moment of writers block and can't write for a bit.

Do you guys also want longer chapters? Usually my chapters are around 2000 words but I find it hard for me to get much done in that amount, but if I got past like 3000 I think it's too long. Tell me how you think the story is progressing so far❣️

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"Come on," Elizabeth gestured for Arthur to follow her into the building. They had arrived in front of a factory and the man helped her down. After Elizabeth's short questioning they haven't muttered a word to each other.

Confused, Arthur was leaning against the wagon, "What you mean?"

Rolling her eyes, Elizabeth replied, "do you wanna come with me to the meeting or not? The mans a real nice fellow."

"You sure about this? Can't you go alone? I mean I ain't dressed the part and don't know a thing about whatever this is," he went on, his insecurities surfacing as he crossed his arms and turned his gaze to the floor.

"You look fine and handsome to me," Elizabeth replied bluntly as she took off his hat, shocking the man as she went to tidy his hair up a little. A small smile on her lips as she felt his surprisingly soft hair again. It took everything she got in her to not aimlessly comb her fingers through his hair, instead she placed his signature hat back on, "Plus Thomas always comes with me and the man talks in ways that make him seem like he knows everything. Despite not knowing anything, and the owner is real nice."

Still wary about the situation, Arthur nodded before he followed behind Elizabeth into the factory. What greeted was a pleasant surprise as the factory itself was in pristine condition and didn't wreak all too much of gunk. The workers who noticed the two greeted Elizabeth happily when she walked in, unusual for most factory workers. They seemed genuinely happy and the working conditions weren't horrible at all. The men didn't seem worked to the bone, a lot seemed friendly even as there was a few women workers but no children in sight.

"The women do most of the cleaning around here really, but if they want to work the machines they can," Elizabeth explained as she lead them to the stairs that must have lead to office of whoever manages the workers, "I try to keep the factory clean as possible. Prevent people from getting sick and all."

"Everyone seems happy, we use to rob factories like this you know," Arthur mused casually, he walked beside her, wanting to grasp her hand.

At that, Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh because it was true. When she was still riding with the gang, Arthur and her would often rob places together to get money for the camp. It wasn't the robbing she was so fond of, but the time with Arthur she cherished and all the conversations they had while they were riding to whatever place they would rob. Often she had to remind him to not forget to put his mask on, "Hush now Arthur," she playfully shoved his side as they neared the office.

Knocking on the door, they heard of a gruff 'come in,' before Elizabeth opened the door and walked in, Arthur follow behind her.

A man was seated in the desk with piles of paperwork on his desk as he hasn't looked up yet to see who entered, hard at work with the papers. The man was dark skinned as he had a buzz cut. From the wrinkles on his face he seemed to be around Hosea's age as his brown eyes finally flickered up to the two. Instantly a smile made its way when he spotted Elizabeth.