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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jun 23, 2011 16:43:09 GMT -5
After Raisa had gone to find her room, I'd returned to my study, which I'd dusted some, though the Jebean masks, the Menekhetan scrolls and the Kritian artifacts that once made it an erudite place were still too dusty to look anything more than mementos of an old life.
I was drafting a contract when she came, and I waved her inside with a little smile before I finished it up. The conditions were simple: discretion was part of her attributions, and she was awarded responsibility for running the household in my absence, and any other responsibilities which I may append to our current arrangement could be drafted in a letter of appointment. If there were to be any other staff about, she would be given authority to direct them in my absence as far as it went in the purview of the house's upkeep. She was given room and board, and the salary of a lesser peer, though her wages would be indexed according to the cost of life as determined by the Bank Palatine. She was allowed to maintain any business venture of her own, so long as it didn't interfere with her responsibilities, and had two full days off a week, and evenings to do as she wished. Her guests were welcome so long as the visit was not extended beyond her personal quarters.
When it was finished, I handed it to her with a smile. “Take your time, go over any detail you see fit.” My demeanor was open, and I was willing to hear out any specific requests she may have.
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Post by Raisa Valois on Jun 23, 2011 21:51:41 GMT -5
Taking the contract from Gil, I read through it quickly but thoroughly. It was fair, more than fair, and flexible as well. There was nothing in it that I hadn't been expecting already, and I when I finished I nodded.
"I'm more than happy to agree to it as it is," I beamed.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jun 24, 2011 11:16:14 GMT -5
I smiled a little, touched by her faith, happy to see her happy, too. “Very well,” I replied as I handed her the quill. “Will you need some time, or assistance to make your move? I suppose you must have some belongings that you wish to transplant here...”
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Post by Raisa Valois on Jun 24, 2011 14:56:43 GMT -5
As I signed the contract, I shook my head. "I won't take that long. Just one carriage trip. There's only really my clothes and such, some small personal things and my supplies. You probably have a lot to attend to anyway so I'll just slip out and get things sorted."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jun 24, 2011 16:20:36 GMT -5
Her efficiency and eagerness to get things straightened out was heartening, and I nodded. “Here,” I said, pulling a small purse of coin from my pocket. “For the carriage. We'll need to hire a driver, and purchase a few horses, as you know. In the meantime, you may use the renting service.”
The expense was mine to make – it wasn't even up for debate.
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Post by Raisa Valois on Jun 24, 2011 18:18:56 GMT -5
I was about to object to accepting his purse, but his face took on an expression which said that he wouldn't hear of it.
"Thank you," I said, taking it from him. "I won't be long, just a few hours at most."
Then, I curtsied and took my leave. The sooner I moved in the sooner I could start working in earnest.
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