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"Beauty may be dangerous, but intelligence is lethal."
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Oh my Lord, could this guy talk. Victoria thought to herself as he seemed to go off on a rambling spree to the to law officers. But then again, she wasn't surprised if he was just spewing out everything he could because of how shook up he was from going into the river. She knew that if she had fallen into the Savannah river she would have surely drowned from the wet weight of her dress and undergarments pulling her down. She was somewhat surprised that this man had survived swimming through the river himself. She duly noted that although the man was handsome, he obviously didn’t look much like a laborer. Even her father didn’t do very manual labor, and he still had dirty, cut up, and bruised hands just from working on the mechanical trinkets and oddities. Something didn’t seem right about all he was saying, however the Officers seemed to be buying it pretty well.
The officers gave eachother an odd glance when the guy stated he was a scholar, rather than a day laborer. She recognized that look all too well. It was the look she would receive when she used to be caught reading her science books and if she ever started talking on and on about physics. They didn’t approve of it very highly. As much as intellect was needed, now more than ever, it seemed that people still looked down on those with brains and lacking brawn. ”I don’t know about any people around here hiring.” Jamison spoke up first. ”And the closest scholarly place I can think of is our library, the electrical company, city hall probably has postings for clerical work if that is what you do, and then there is.. Well actually, you’re looking at the daughter of the only other ‘scholarly’ place, the watch shop.” Jamison turned his attention back to the young woman standing just a few feet away.
Victoria jumped slightly in surprise that she was suddenly brought into the conversation, stiffening up as if suddenly put on state to present to people. ”Oh- well I- We don’t-“ But it seemed like Jamison thought he knew what she was trying to say. ”Like I said, I don’t know if any of these places are really hiring. But they are your best place to find work of your… caliber.” The officer rubbed scratched the side of his head. ”If you want to file a report about your things stolen you can come down to the Sheriff’s Office and we can get that squared away for you. I’ll see you again later this evening then, Victoria.” The officer gave a cool smile and nodded to her, and the both went on their way back to the Sherriff’s office or to patrol the street. Either way, now she was stuck with some stranger, who didn’t even look like he could support his own weight at the moment without toppling over. ”L-Look. My father owns his own practice. In his entire 25 years running it, he has never hired anyone to work with him… I’m just trying to be honest with you here, don’t want to get your hopes up to get let down.” She adjusted her basket to her other arm, as its weight was causing the handle to leave an imprint on her arm.
”However my father is very compassionate. We don’t just do clockwork- he fixes just about anything and everything these people bring to him. He can’t help telling some people no if they need help… He may be more willing to let you work for him in exchange for lodging and food. We have a spare bedroom in our living space above the shop. And I prepare just about every meal… but money- I’m not so sure what he would pay… if any at all.” Victoria figured that giving someone a place to sleep and eat daily was a fair enough trade. There were plenty of taverns that did this around the town at a price, so she figured that was a fair trade for any work this man could do for her father. ”My name is Victoria Livingston, by the way.” She extended her hand to him to shake. ”And, you are?...”
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