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Speeches in front of the parliament, for some reason, always seemed to take everything out of him. It wasn’t the speech itself — no, that came surprisingly easy — but more the sheer ignorance and stupidity he was met with every single time. Spoiled rotten men who’d never done an honest days work in their entire life all sitting together in a room, drinking their whiskey and smoking their cigarettes while debating laws and moralities that would fuck the poor people over even more than they already were.
Was he any better? Perhaps not. But he wasn’t old rich. He knew what it was like on the other side, what it was like to suffer and to yearn for a better life. It wasn’t just Grace’s or Polly’s influence that had made him establish and open up so many charitable institutions. Deep down, he hoped, he was still a decent enough person.
But.. Decent person, or not, there’d been enough discussions and arguments for the day. All Tommy wanted to do now was to sit down in his office, have a few drinks, then return home and hope he’d had enough to drink to help him sleep.
As soon as he approached the door, however, he felt like something was off. It not being locked was the first thing, the second was the scent of something unfamiliar as soon as he opened the door. His hand reached up to the concealed gun in its holster, ready to draw and shoot if necessary.
The sight he was greeted with, however, caught him completely off guard. There was a woman sitting in his chair behind his desk, in his office, staring back at him as if he was the intruder. Eying her suspiciously, Tommy straightened himself out a little, but didn’t drop his hand entirely. “Can I help you with something? I don’t know how you got in here, but you seem to be in the wrong office. See, the name on the door says Thomas Shelby, so does the name on the desk. And Thomas Shelby, that’s me.”
