A Flour and A Wig (Things we don't have)

[Kathani Bridgerton]

Kate was tired of arguing with the brute of a man who owned the bakery in Mayfield. He owed her 2 week's pay and was refusing to give it to her. She had tried asking, and demanding, and blank mailing (sort of) but he knew that as a woman with no father and no husband that she was powerless to demand anything from him!

Which was why she was seeking out the aid of a barrister. Surly they would be able to demand he pay--and surely he would pay it up so not to have any unwanted attention on him. That was the plan at least! However after she visited one barrister (having picked the closest one to her) and he refusing to help her as the case was too small for his notice; Kate was now seeking out another. This time she had done her research!

She entered the building, and went to the office that was neatly painted with Bridgerton on the door. Opening it she found the male secretly (she assumed) standing beside the desk. "I am here to speak to Mr. Bridgerton." She said politely and firmly, while glancing at the door behind him that she assumed led to the barrister's office.

^{Anthony Bridgerton}

[Anthony Bridgerton]

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Anthony was scribbling down notes from a latest case regarding the death of a chicken. It was quite ridiculous, really. And hardly anything of note . . . but his work often extended to those who needed it. While he held a reputation and ensured that it was a strong one, that he took cases that would not have him be a joke among the ton and city of London . . . these smaller cases agitated him. All of this, for a damn chicken. A light knock on the door prompted the man to tell him to enter, as he was informed that a woman was here to see him.

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Anthony let out a heavy breath and glanced up long enough to only give a nod. She was here without appointment. "Tell her to wait for ten minutes." If only to teach her not to come without scheduling a proper appointment. Perhaps, it was an emergency but Anthony was already in a bit of a mood. He continued to scribble down notes, having lost track of each minute until her heard to sets of footsteps approach.

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Dipping his quill in the inkpot, he proceeded to write, barley glancing up at the woman as she entered. "What can I do for you Miss-" What was he informed her name was? Anthony now paused his writing, properly glancing up from his books so that he could look at her, expectant that she would fill in the rest of his sentence to reveal her name.

[Kathani Bridgerton]

Wait. ten. minutes. It annoyed her, but perhaps he was doing something important. She could understand that, since he was known for being fair and hard working. He better be doing something important!

When ten had passed, she stood up and walked to the door. The secretary--or bad guard dog--stood to tell her he would see if his master was ready, but Kate walked in quicker then he and straight to the desk. He did not bother looking up and she feared she made a mistake already. Then the head of thick dark hair looked up and she blinked. He was younger then she assumed. She had pictured a portly older man with a wig and robe on. Bridgerton (she assumed) was not portly, not old, and not wearing a wig and robe. Rather he had dark features, and a fit frame.

Oh! And he was asking for her name. "Miss Sharma. Kate Sharma." She gave it too him. "I am here to ask for your help." While she was 'asking' her voice was direct and with purpose.

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^{Anthony Bridgerton}

[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Kathani Bridgerton
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ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

When his secretary rushed in after her -- as she had clearly dodged him -- that was when Anthony payed proper attention to the scene. He gave him a nod to dismiss him and turned to the woman. As bothered as he was by his latest case, he knew he could not ignore his gentlemanly obligations and so he rose politely from his chair. Kate Sharma. The name suited her. Anthony was not sure what prompted him to think such a thing but he could not help but find it a very fitting name. Even if it was most likely the shortened version.

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He took in her features, trying to read what was behind them though her words were straightforward. And yet, he couldn't help but question them. "Are you asking me or telling me?" He inquired, not failing to notice her tone and where she came to ask him for help, it quite sounded like she was informing him. "Please have a seat," he stated, gesturing to the chair across from him with the table in between. Once she would sit down, he would do the same. "Now tell me, what is it that you require my assistance with?" Meaning, to give him details of her case.