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Léon Belmont (ex_the_ambas216) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-06-03 20:27:00

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Léon Belmont, Plotting
Subject: Plotting
Where: Bridge Theatre, Lower Pitt Street
Who: Léon Belmont
Warnings: TBA
Open to: Nell Abbot

Léon irritably flicked through the latest dispatches on his lap. He'd been irritable and short-tempered for days, suspicious and he was fed up with it. He didn't know what letters had been read, which had been copied or paraphrased back to the Council. He had toyed with the idea of having all of Elisamarie's correspondences opened and read, but he knew he could not do that. Not without Jacques interference, and that would bring up questions he was uncomfortable about answering.

He was irritated, annoyed, had slept badly for several nights in a row, and saw little he could do to amend the situation while saving his own neck. He needed to relax, to forget everything for the next hour or so, and hope that once calm, a situation would present itself.

The carriage stopped at the far end of Upper Bridge Street, the road sloping downwards towards the river, and Léon bid the driver not to wait. He folded the papers, tucked them into the inside pocket of his jacket, gathered up his hat, and made his way towards the Theatre, nodding to the young man on the door. "Nell is in and expecting me, I hope?" He said, glancing around the small entrance hall and ticket office.

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	social_climber 2008-06-08 06:43 pm UTC (link)
	"You know how to put your hands on anything though, don't you Nell?" Harry said, teasing the boy a little more than usual. "You go and give the Ambassador his shirt, and I'll be in there in just a moment. You don't mind if we talk in your room, do you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ex_little_st99
2008-06-08 06:54 pm UTC (link)

"Well, we've all got contacts round here, don't we? And I don't mind if you talk in my room, Harry, probably best place for it." Nell said, smirking. He opened the door, slipping out into the hallway and ran back to his room quickly, slipping off the ambassador's shirt as he opened the door.

"Harry's coming in a moment" He said, throwing the shirt at Léon and reaching for his own left discarded on the bed. It didn't bother with trousers, Harry had seen it all before many times.

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ex_the_ambas216
2008-06-10 09:39 am UTC (link)

Léon caught the shirt, already mostly dressed but having had to wait for the garments return. He was fastening it up when there was a knock at the door, and Mr Fisher stepped into the room.

"Ah, Mr Fisher. I am sorry to have bothered you at such short notice, but Nell informed me that you would be the best man to ask for assistance. I assume Nell has told you that I am having problems with... a particuluar member of my staff getting..." He paused, and frowned, "I believe the term is tall for their shoes?"

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social_climber
2008-06-10 09:53 am UTC (link)

"Big for their boots, Ambassador." Harry couldn't help pointing out as he pulled the chair from in front of Nell's dressing table, and sat down on it. "This servant of yours been sticking their nose where it doesn't belong, I'll assume? Knows too much?" Harry asked, and when Léon nodded, he continued. "Shouldn't be very difficult to solve your little problem then. With discretion, of course. Some sort of illness which might unfortunately leave the people in question unable to testify against you?"

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ex_the_ambas216
2008-06-10 09:59 am UTC (link)

Léon frowned. He disliked being corrected, and even more so by a man like Harry Fisher, who, the Frenchmen was almost certain, enjoyed corrected his English.

"That is... what I require." He answered after a moment of rethinking the pimp's words. "But I need you to ensure that they are dispatched, and done so quickly and without suspicion falling on me or anyone else in the Embassy. A flu, or something similar." He suggested. He did not want the woman obviously murdered, stabbed or strangled. Part of him said that Harry Fisher was too much of a professional to make that sort of blunder, while another part of Léon warned that this man was a thug, a beast, and would have to be watched to ensure he did not make mistakes.

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social_climber
2008-06-19 08:57 am UTC (link)

Poison then. Easy enough, if the Ambassador had the money to pay for it, and Harry was certain the man did. Or rather, Harry was certain that if Léon didn't have the money himself, the French state would unwittingly be paying. "Very well, Mr Belmont, I think I have the very thing in mind. It will, of course, take some time to arrange. A week at most, I promise you." He said, leaning backwards, satisfied with the transaction so far. "Unless, of course, you need it before?" He asked, the hint clear.

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ex_the_ambas216
2008-06-19 09:03 am UTC (link)

Léon frowned, not liking the implications in Harry's words. You want the job done quick, you pay more. Of course it needed to be done as soon as possible. In the next few days, to prevent her writing to the Committee, to prevent anyone discovering...

"Very well, Monsieur Fisher. I require the job seen to before the end of the week." He said, getting to his feet. "I shall return here tomorrow afternoon, I hope matters can be arranged by then. You will get half of the money you request then, and half when the matter has been seen to."

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