Thomas Shelby Imagines

Ghost Hotel

The Duchess watched you looking around the hotel. "She seems to be the better option for the hotel, given who's been looking around."

"She's young, how do you know that she does not intend to change the hotel, knock it down. Where will we go after that?" The Duchess said with a sly glance at James who hummed but sipped from his drink.

"I suppose we'll have to ensure that she doesn't." He turned away from her and was gone in the blink of an eye.

You were happy to have the usuals staying in the hotel. They were more than happy to help and it was harder than you thought to find staff.

"I'm here to check in." A man said as he rang the bell. He was snippy and rude. Liz and Iris glanced up at the bar where you'd been serving drinks to the other guests, excusing yourself, with an over enthused goodbye from James, you made your way down to the checking table.

"Is everything alright?" You asked and glanced at the man who seemed to both be in a hurry and have all the time in the world.

"I need a better room than the ones she's offering, and meals." He said after looking you up and down and hear Liz hiss kindly that you were the manager.

"We can have that sorted for you." You said through gritted teeth. "You'll have to wait for a few hours until the room is free?"

"Fine. I have meetings, I'll be back then. My bags." The man said as he hurried out of the hotel.

"I'll inform Mrs Evers that the room needs to be made up." Iris offered and left you to finish booking the man in.

"His name is Mr Shelby. He'll be here for a few days." Liz said helpfully and gave you a sympathetic look.

"If we didn't need the money, i'd turn him out." You sighed defensively. Liz chuckled and agreed pointing out that your plans for the Halloween festivities would bring a lot of patrons.

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You growled as you stormed away from Mr Shelby's room and rushed behind the bar, pouring a shot and drinking it. "You're not one to drink darling." The Duchess said smoothly with a smile that always made the hairs on your neck bristle.

"That man is entirely insufferable. Someone should scare some sense into him." You grumbled and sighed when Liz called you over to say that Mr Shelby needed something else rushed to him.

"I think we could help with that, don't you dear." james said with a smile. The Dutchess preened a the thought.

"I must admit she treats our home and all of us as well as she can. I see no harm in asking everyone here to help her." She said as she stood from the bar and glided to the elevator.

James smiled as he appeared in Mr Shelby's room and cleared his throat. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing here."

"Sizing up the enemy." James said confidently and watched the tough demeanour fade from Shelby's face. Hours later you received a shrill phone call at the desk, rushing up to his room your found the man a mess, voice horse, eyes wide with fear.

"May I help you sir?" You asked him.

"What the hell is happening in this place?" He asked.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." You glanced around and couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Your dinner is ready if you'd like to join us at the bar."

"Of course. Thank you." He said which surprised you, having been prepared for some snippy comments.

"Well, I'll see you down their." You said and stepped out of his room, shutting the door softly. You were sure you could see James stood with Sally at the end of the hall but when you looked again there was no one there.