A Last Ditch Effort
It seemed forever since she last saw him. In fact, the last time they met he was nine years old and busy playing kickball – he made no secret of the fact that he resented his mother pulling him away to greet a small, frightened-looking five year old girl. Darcel pushed back a stray strand of dark hair, right now made copper by the overhead sun, and took a deep breath. She needed this to go well. Needed the job badly. Both parents dead, grandparents living in Australia to get away from the law (long story there), and not a penny to her name, save for the value of the gold ring she kept hidden in her corset.
Darcel did not want to sell it. But if it came down to it, the ring had to go. It was the last thing she had from her mother. Before the “accident”, as it was called, her mother, Josephine and her father, Henry, led a rather privileged life. She was educated, sent to the best finishing school in Paris in fact, but, when news of her parents’ tragic death reached the schoolmaster, Darcel was sent packing in the blink of an eye.
Now Here She Was
The buggy ride across town had been expensive, so Darcel had to be creative…
“This is the address, miss.” The rather greasy looking driver looked over his shoulder at her, and held out his hand.
“I am here at the request of the proprietor. His man will pay you.”
The driver turned sharply around. “Oh? And what if he won’t?”
Darcel didn’t bat an eye. “My good man, you have no cause for alarm. Simply go in and tell the man at the front desk that Lord Drayson’s daughter is here. That will get your money and no doubt a fat tip.”
The driver’s attitude changed. “Oh! My apologies, miss! I had no idea!” And in a quick movement Darcel did not think the man was capable of, he swung down from the buggy and was in front of her, his hand extended. “Let me help you!”
Darcel smiled politely – but kept her chin up high. “Thank you.”
And with that she made her way into Martin Transportation Company.