The sweltering Georgian heat had no effect on Him. Rather, nothing effected him. Ever.

Mr. Ambrose was not the kind of man to be influence by trivial things, like the workings of mother nature. He was a business mogul, one that controlled more than half of world.

The twitch of his little finger was more expressive than the blustering bull of the fat sheriff.
But, there he was, listening to the man, with utmost portrayal of patience as he could muster.
But on the inside, he was reeling.

The man was getting on his last nerve.

It was such a little thing to be bothered about. There he was, renting a room cheaper than the average cost, somehow. Yet the next moment he was dragged off to the sheriff's station, where he was to have a little "talk" with the man.

Apparently he wasn't known there much.

"... Now listen here young man! You cannot just go on and rent a room above a brothel! It ain't right! Someone must... " carried on the sheriff.

It was becoming too much, therefore before his temper got out of hand, Mr. Ambrose intercepted.
Since his usual silence was proving inefficient, he had to speak up.

"If I may..."
He started in a voice colder than the Arctic sea.
"...what I buy or rent is not profitable to you in any way."
The sheriff came to a spluttering pause, and stared at him balefully.

"Young man I was only looking out for you!"

"You may rest at peace now, I understand my business well. Good day"
And with that Mr Ambrose went out.

When will this tedious day end, he thought. He will have to reassess the contract with the Madame again, if he were to sleep there that night.

......

As he entered the building, for the second time a hush fell over the place.
His sharp eyes were fast to take in everything around him. The evening has just settled and the business was blooming.

"Where is your Madame?"

He asked a rather buxom girl, named Sultry Sally for her entices.
She replied with the usual flutter of eyelashes, "Why if its a girl you want I can easily give it to you."

"I need to speak to your mistress." he said, using his coldest voice which he reserved for late payers.

The effect was instantaneous, with a shaky hand the girl pointed towards the closed door at the end of the bar.

As he neared the door, he could hear two voices arguing, one very near hysterical.

"... I need the money Madame Dumant! You know my situation, under normal circumstances I would never..."

"... You must understand Pearl, I cannot just let you do it! You're so young..."

The hysterical girl replied with a short venomous laugh. 

"We all must start somewhere."

At that moment Ambrose decided he had enough.
He knocked thrice, then entered with his usual stance.

"Mr. Ambrose, sir! As you see I was quite busy at the moment." she said, referring to the girl.

Mr Ambrose gave her a fleeting look before turning to the Madame again.

"I required the room tonight,is your previous proposal still standing? I would like to engage the room immediately."

Madame nodded her head, still looking preoccupied.

"Of course! The room is such no sane person would rent, with the heat and the noise I'm glad I have any applicant..." she mumbled off to herself.

"Adequate."

Said Mr Ambrose turning to leave. He was by the door when he turned around again.

"Oh, and I will be requiring the services of one of your girls tonight. Preferably one with her clothes on, and her wits about her."

With a pointed glance at the ladies present, he left the room.

Madame Dumant let out the breath she was holding, then turned to the young girl again.

"Look Pearl, I know your mother is sick and you need the money. But she would never forgive you if I let you become one of my girls. The men that come here are not the kind any young woman will want. That too for her first time!"

Pearl sighed in defeat, "I know that! But I have no other options! I need the money!Badly."
Her voice breaking at last.

But Pearl Hayes was not one to give up.

"What if.... what of the gentleman who just came in? He needed a girl, I could do it!"

Madame's expression darkened at the thought.

"You do not know the man. God forbids, no one in the county knows him... They know of him. I cannot let you put yourself through it. Its not safe! Even in our line of business. A man like him does not bode well."

"Oh hush! He seemed perfectly fine to me! Leave it! I'll see that he's.... satisfied..."

She spoke, gulping at the thought of what she meant to do. But without backing off, she continued.

"I'll see to him, and get my money.Don't worry about me Madame Dumant!
A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do."

And with that she left the room, with a resigned but brave expression on her small features.

...

Mr. Ambrose heard the door creak open softly.

Well that was a first, he thought. A girl got through barb and wire.

A few moments had passed and he had yet to turn and see the person standing by the door.

He was thinking of the girl's perseverance when he was awarded with a small cough. Deployed to make him aware of her existence.

He did the natural thing, he continued his work.
In utter silence.

The second cough was a little more insistent.

"Do you require a cough drop? Because you'll have to ask your Madame for it."
Replied Mr Ambrose in his usual frosty tone.

"I was wondering whether you were going to pay me for the night just to stand by the door." came a calm reply.

The girl was enjoying it too much for his comfort.

Pearl watched as the chair slowly swivelled around to face her.
The person she saw made her stop in her track.

The man before her had the face of a Greek statue, yet the eyes, with all its swirling depth made the blistering attic colder by ten degrees.

The eyes, the cold, cold eyes were mute as the sea before a storm.

The face was such as you would think they can never move.

Yet the face moved, rather the lips moved

And Pearl barely caught his words "... I need you."

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My first attempt at writing anything. So I thought I'll start with a fan fiction.
I'll be waiting for your reviews
Coz
I need them.

#barb and wire are Ambrose's dogs, which look more like hounds.