Léon Belmont (ex_the_ambas216) wrote in toujoursliberer, @ 2008-07-13 21:25:00 |
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It had been a good production. More than good. Nell had been the obvious star, of course, but this role had been different to all those that had come before. Nell had done well though; he was quite the little actor. Not only pleasant to look at, but skilled in more ways than his previous roles had allowed him to display. He was the star of the show; he stole the stage from whatever youth had taken the character of Romeo. He had been badly cast, in Léon’s own humble opinion, too young to play a believable opposite to Nell’s Juliet. Nell was more suited to older men, Harry Fisher knew that well enough. What the man was thinking when he cast Romeo Léon did not know…
He paused in his thoughts, looking out of the carriage window, the sound of the vial tapping against his hand the only noise within for a moment, although the carriage wheels squeaked and splashed through puddles.
Harry Fisher didn’t seem to know much about anything at the moment. Nell wasn’t available that evening, he’d said, Léon should have booked ahead. Nell was growing more and more popular, Léon could see that plain enough, with richer men, richer and more powerful than himself too, as Fisher had booked Nell up to spend the first night after this highly popular new play with them. More powerful and more important to Harry Fisher’s business dealings. A lord of some sort then, or a judge. Some Englishmen with deep pockets and influence. Someone who could keep Harry Fisher in power, out of trouble, and in the black.
He snorted to himself as the carriage drove down the gravel to the Embassy, and he got out. At least an hour earlier than he had wanted to be. But Nell was not free, and no amount of pushing and pulling would change that. No doubt the staff would be able to serve dinner tonight earlier than expected and he could take care of… other business. Before the footman opened the front door, complete with attached warrants, Léon had slipped the little glass vial into his pocket, out of sight. “Tell the kitchen staff dinner will be for 8 ‘o’clock, Marius.”