It was always best to know when to lie low, and that was precisely what Bartholomew Heyward was doing. A narrow escape from a constable, and he was watching himself carefully. No more jobs right now, but money was running low. After all, his career did not lend itself to saving. Money was spent almost as soon as it was gotten.
But then he'd seen an advertisement in the Times, and an idea hit him. Perhaps it was time to change the game a little. Most would consider the need for references a difficulty, but Bartholomew knew something that, really, every capitalist should know. Everyone had their price. The last of his money spent, a few favors cashed in, a few favors owed, and he had four upstanding references who would swear on their lives that he had worked for them and been nearly flawless. He'd sent the glowing recommendations along with a messenger boy who owed him a favor.
Quite honestly, he had little idea how this worked, and he was actually waiting at the corner of the street, watching the messenger. The advertisement had said to send the references... So he had figured that he was not supposed to show up in person. But he was ready to go to the house if the messenger said he was wanted there. He'd never bothered with a proper job before, except on the ship, but his father had taken care of all of that.
OOC: I am so, so sorry it took me so long to reply. I spent most of yesterday sick.