Hiring Miss Linton

Hiring Miss Linton

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Lillian Linton ain't that kind of girl who needs a man in her life. Sure, maybe she needed her Uncle Bufford to provide her with money while she is still job-hunting, but definitely not a man who would hold her close and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. No way. *** Rikkard Ambrose was not one to waste money - or time. He demands efficiency and punctuality from his employees. He is one of the greatest misers after all. But believe it or not, it was the reason why he is also one of the richest men alive. One Wednesday, Mr Ambrose's private secretary, Simmons, had disappeared along with one of the important files he needed to upgrade his business and to drag his rivals down to ruins. *** If these two people meet during their time of need, what would happen? Would Lily be able to secure a job? Would Mr Ambrose be able to find his missing file? Find out what will happen next.
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This is a fanfiction, considering that anything from this account will be fanfiction. All credit goes to the marvelous author @RobThier, for creating a masterpiece such as Storm and Silence, and it's sequel: In The Eye of The Storm. The characters are not mine, just merely borrowing them. x. Ambrosial (adj.) 1. worthy of the gods; ambrosian; 2. extremely pleasing to the taste; sweet and fragrant; She was something that I couldn't decipher. She was a mystery just as I am. She was something that I couldn't help but let my mind wander to. She was always a question that needn't be answered. You just have to understand her. And, I do. That was what I was afraid of. I can't afford to lose time. But then again, time seems not to be lost when I'm with her. And maybe, that's enough for me. {I can warn you right now that this would not be the same as the original because I suck at imitations and I do not plan on borrowing Sir Rob's writing style (which is flawless, by the way), and my writing style will probably be dominant. This would probably cause a lot of confusion (most of my stories do) since I am not really used to reading or writing Historical Fiction. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I will not tolerate ludicrous comments, whining and comparing this to the original.} Cheers.

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