Richard Summerby (en_summerby) wrote in enigma_rpg, @ 2009-01-15 23:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 2004-01, character: lavender brown, character: richard summerby |
Owl: Richard Summerby to Lavender Brown
When: 15 January, 2004
Who: Richard Summerby, Lavender Brown
Where: Back and forth in the sky
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Summary: Richard has found a job and possibly a flat and lets Lavender know
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Dear Lavender,
You're a bad influence on me; I've gone over to the Dark Side. No, not that Dark Side. I've taken a job at Father's firm, International Imports/Exports..
Seems I was in his neighborhood around lunchtime and dropped in to take the old boy out or something. Walked right into the middle of a row between him and one of the factors about some contract that involved the Chinese and the French and some silk for garments. There was a Spanish firm involved, too. Paterfamilias said something about, “Here, you know all these languages, handed me a pile of paperwork, grabbed three office boys to run documents around for me, and dropped the whole mess in my lap. I've always tried to be a dutiful son, so I jumped in up to my neck. Turned out to be pretty interesting; I knew the Spanish fellow from broom racing, and the Chinese firm was so delighted to find someone that knew their language they were inclined to be reasonable.
More amazing, after a couple of hours of dashing office boys, flying owls, and telephone communication in various languages, a couple of the partners got wind of what was going on. To make a long story short, they offered me a job at a more than decent wage – more than I'd have made as a hit wizard, plus commissions. In the office 1–2 days a week, on the road 2-3 days a week visiting accounts and untangling knots, work on assorted documents from home when I don't have to be anywhere else. Officially, I'll be some sort of a combination factor/translator for the company. They even encouraged me to keep up with the broom racing because of the international contacts I've made.
I went to dinner with my father to celebrate my new job – something he's been trying to rope me into since school, so it really was a celebration for him – and I mentioned the difficulty I was having in finding a suitable place in town. Things got even better then. Dear Daddy has been investing the family trust fund – my great-grandfather's legacy – in various things here and there. Lately, its been property. Father has been looking at a couple of older buildings down on Clink St. about where Stoney ends, right on the south bank of the Thames. One is badly in need of updating, and remodeling into flats from the 1880s vintage rabbit warren it is now. The other has been modernized, the upper four floors are two and three bedroom flats. He said the ground floor was odd, a former custom furniture shop, four bedrooms, four baths, and a huge open area. He proposed a deal whereby I live in the ground floor flat and tend to the renters upstairs – about half the flats are currently leased – and watch after the remodel next door, and the trust would buy the buildings and allow me to gradually buy one or both buildings over time, out of any profits.
I'm going to pop over tomorrow and have a look. Most likely I'll be doing some paperwork on the place not long afterwards. It'd have to be pretty bad to not be worthwhile – what amounts to a free place to live in that part of London. I think my father was so happy to see me with a 'regular' job, he got a bit soft in the head on this deal. Or maybe he let blood win over profit on this one for a change. I'll owl you again with details tomorrow evening after I've checked everything out and crossed all the Ts.
Thinking of you on the dance floor,
Your potential roomie,
Rich
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