London Underground: An Unofficial Legend of The Secret World (Unofficial Legends of The Secret World Book 2) by Blodwedd Mallory

Author:Blodwedd Mallory [Mallory, Blodwedd]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Unofficial Legends of The Secret World
Publisher: Kindle Direct Publishing
Published: 2019-01-30T22:00:00+00:00

Ms. Blodwedd Mallory

No. 5-F May Queen Market

London, England UK

Mr. Richard Sonnac

Temple Hall

London, England UK

June 17, 2012

Dear Ms. Mallory,

Your presence is requested at Temple Hall at 7 a.m. sharp on Sunday, June 17, 2012. Formal business attire is advised. Don’t be late.

Regards,

R. Sonnac

Argh! That was this morning. Business attire? What time was it, anyway?

Panic set in and I ran around my flat in a flurry. What was this about? I wracked my still sleepy brain, and then I remembered what I had done yesterday.

Right. That was probably it. Uh oh. I was in deep trouble.

My stomach cramped, and I wrapped my arms around my middle as dread filled me. The chickens of my ill-advised adventuring yesterday had come home to roost, and now I was being called to account.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! I knew better than this. I had worked for these past few months to not be so headstrong, so impulsive, and what did I do the first day out on my own?

I groaned and rubbed my face. Well, there was nothing for it but to face the consequences, if that’s what this was. First course of action, find out the time. Grabbing my keys, I locked my apartment and flew down the stairs, out to the sidewalk and ran next door to Plimmy’s home, and knocked rapidly.

She opened the door a few moments later in her housecoat. “What is it, dear? You look upset.”

“I just got a notice for an appointment this morning, and I don’t have a clock yet,” I explained breathlessly.

“It’s just past 5 a.m. Would you like to come in for a cup of breakfast tea?”

I shook my head. What I really needed was a cup of Plimmy’s special tea. “Thanks, I wish that I had time, but I’ve got to get ready.”

Miss Plimmswood gave me an understanding smile. I apologized for my abruptness and then turned and ran back up all three flights of stairs to my flat.

After showering and putting my hair up in its usual bun, I dug through my small wardrobe and came up with the black skirt and a red button-up dress blouse—they were the closest things I had to business attire.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have a Templar uniform to wear but hoped the red shirt would signal my loyalties. I grabbed a conservative black jacket and my black pumps as well. I didn’t know what I was going to be walking into but decided that I would do my best to meet the expectation for my dress.

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