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Living in Lambeth had always been a stark reminder to you of the community you had belonged to your whole life. 

It wasn't exactly the most affluent area, and with your family's home so close to the now dilapidated asylum - the place looked akin to something from a Penny Dreadful ghost 온라인카지노게임.  As in every bad place, there were good people here in Lambeth but it didn't do much to change the fact this particular district of London was one of the more sordid and probably nearly as dangerous as Whitechapel had been in recent months. 

As you walked that morning in the bright Sunday sunshine towards the direction of the Agency, which was based across the bridge in the main City of London area, you humbled yourself that one day Lambeth might just be a ghost of your past. 

Fanciful thoughts occupied you as you ambled across the bridge amongst many other Sunday strollers. Wandering over the bridge that stemmed over the Thames, you even noticed the class of people shift the more you moved towards the heart of the city. Scruffy workers dungarees and tatty dresses were exchanged for frivolous frocks and impeccable suits - parasols floating in dainty gloved hands and hoity laughter that filled the air like birdsong.

You by no means looked as if you had come from a poorer family - with the money you had managed to scrape together from your 2 previous jobs, you had given most to your mother and then spent the rest on some more simple, yet equally as pretty dresses. Today, it seemed the carnation pink dress with white details seemed fitting for this rather spring feeling day despite the fact it was only January. 

Besides, it did good to look smart upon arriving to the agency. What you had learned is that, shallow as it may be, the people running that place tended to prefer the more preened women over those who looked as if they'd just left an 18 hour shift in the workhouse. 

Rounding the street corner, you passed a small boy hollering today's headlines and pressed your palm to the royal green coloured front door of the agency's office. A small brass bell chimed noisily upon your entrance, the figures of a few people milling about - one portly looking man and then a separate woman in rather unusual clothing chatting to two of the staff. 

Beginning as you had done for the last week or so, you started with the notice board which had pinned many advertisements people had put up calling for certain staff. It ranged from public owned business to private patrons requesting someone to work in their home - all jobs ranging from butlers to stable hands. Your (eye colour) eyes surveyed the board, easily discarding a few irrelevant adverts instantly. 

The few remaining on the board requested maid work, servants jobs - all rang eerily similar of your last few jobs. Your gut tightened in anxious apprehension that you would always feel this way about looking for work. It was either this or sign yourself up for the workhouse, where your life would well and truly be over. 

Taking a deep breath, you tried to remind yourself of your earlier mantra... everyone has to start somewhere! Pushing back the unease of feelings, you read more of the description on the adverts, ears nonchalantly listening into the conversation in the shop. 

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The assassin tried to remain somewhat patient as she stood before the polished oak desk of a clerk who was up until now, being perhaps the most unhelpful person in hi온라인카지노게임. Reading too much into Evie's simple request of seeing if they had anyone in their files who might be able to do some servant work and light nurse maid duties. 

He was flicking through a paper file with all the nonchalance of a man with absolutely all the time in the world. As Evie clenched her jaw a little, all she could seem to think about was how she could have probably ran all the way to India and back again in the time it had taken this man to sift through the file in his porky hands. 

"I'm afraid we either have people who are frankly overqualified for your request," he uttered dully, after what felt like an eternity, "Or we have servants who probably couldn't handle any nursing kind of work."

Evie's frustration boiled over, as she let her folded arms suddenly drop to her sides in frustration. 

"Many thanks," she remarked sarcastically, "I didn't think it was such a great big request to fulfill!" she huffed, turning on her heels and heading towards the shop door again, pulling it open so violently the bell clanged a little too hard. 

Her startling gesture had you turning from the wall, where you had been eavesdropping into her request to the clerk sitting behind the desk. Servants work with a little nurse maid duties? You could handle that no problem! 

A moment indecisiveness flared up in your mind - you glanced at the nearest available clerk and thought maybe you should stay and see if anything appropriate had been sent into them... and then you glanced back out of the window at the woman in the unusual clothing storming across the street... this could be a one off opportunity. 

In the end, the latter pulled you in it's gravitational hold - and you almost trotted out of the door, thinking it might look less strange than fully running after this woman. 

The roads in the centre of London were a hustle of carnage-creating drivers, hackney cabs and horses drawing supply carts. The sounds of their bellowing shots and the cracks of their whips made you shift up the pace a little as you darted across the street in the direction of the older woman you had seen in the shop. 

Your breaths were lost in the air to the sounds of rumbling cart wheels over cobbles and horses hooves clicking rhythmically, your other senses concentrated solely on catching up with those woman and her long strides. 

Reaching the foot path, which was oddly dry for this time of year, you caught up with the dark haired woman and gently tapped her arm. 

How she spun around struck fear into your heart, she had the wild look of someone who always expected to be murdered everywhere their went. Her blue eyes were shot wide, pupils dilated like a startled doe. She had also raised her hand slightly, as if she was expecting some form of attack. 

In some ways you could not blame her, London hadn't exactly been the safest place as of late.

"I'm sorry to have frightened you, Miss." you started quickly, keen to ease her apprehension. "I heard you were enquiring about a servant in the shop? With some nurse maid duties too?"

 She wordlessly looked on, nodding slowly as her expression lessened of it's guarded anger and fear. 

"I wanted to make you aware I would be interested in that role," you expressed, shifting out of the way slightly for a couple who looked more than annoyed you were blocking the path. 

"I imagine the clerk didn't bring up my file because well, I'll be honest. I've lost my last two jobs for just being myself." you immediately cursed yourself, why on Earth would you be bringing this up to a potential employer? "I, Uh, get in trouble for being quite stubborn. I'm not one to give up and be pacified easily."

You had expected a quick dismissal after that bout of verbal crap, but instead you found yourself pleasantly surprised when the woman cracked a small smile. 

"Really? Well that sounds like just the person we need." she remarked, her voice remarkably soft and feminine in conjunction to the frankly angry looking woman from some minutes ago. She offered her hand politely. 

"My name is Evie, Miss Evie Frye." she introduced herself, as you accepted her hand shake warmly and politely, with an earnest grin. 

"Miss (name) (surname)." you returned, bobbing a small curtsey. 

"I was wondering if you maybe had some time this afternoon you could come over to Whitechapel," she said, reaching into her pocket where she revealed a brown piece of parchment with an address scrawled on it. "It's the care of my brother I wish to discuss. He's... not the easiest to deal with at the moment, I feel he rather needs a stubborn figure to get him back on his feet." she advised you, a slight wry unease to her tone, as if she appeared worried she might frighten you off. 

"No problem, Miss Frye. I will be over this afternoon." you responded with a clear conviction to your voice, and a chirpy smile as you folded the piece of paper firmly. "How about 3 o'clock?"

Seeming relieved that you were frankly unbothered so far, she presented you with a cordial smile. 

"Excellent, that is fine. I'll make sure the tea pot is full before you get there."

She bid you farewell with a friendly wave, and you immediately felt so much lighter and even, dare you say, excited about this new prospect. Evie seemed a very kind and pleasant woman, having only frightened you half to death some minutes ago when you looked at you like you were some common thief or murderer who had tapped her on the shoulder. 

Turning on your heel with a childish giddiness to your step, you re-read the address on the parchment many times over, heart aglow with excitement for what might come out of this. At least it didn't appear to be working for a huge household of pompous rich people this time around, and maybe being able to work with those who sat closer to your social level would do you a world of good.

And might even allow you to be yourself.