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Post by Pauline Belmonte on Jun 27, 2017 17:14:52 GMT -6
It was a warm summer evening, cars and bikes and pedestrians hustling and bustling about. It had been a hot day, and despite the sun having gone down, the heat had yet to fully disperse. A tall woman, voluptuous and unafraid to let her figure show, strode across the street. The usual whistles and catcalls were, of course, abound amongst the passersby; Pauline paid no mind beyond a side glance.
A few of the faces, she recognized from her club, and some of them were creeps, but she wasn't worried. They of all people knew that if they touched her or any of her girls outside of the club without permission, they would find themselves waking up castrated in an alley.
Pauline made her way up the steps of a building, fanning herself with a sigh as she escaped a bit of the heat. It felt cooler in the building. She wondered if it had air conditioning as she made her way to the office of Eddie Wayne, a gloved hand coming up to knock.
She really hoped someone was home.
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Post by Edna Wayne on Jun 28, 2017 20:23:43 GMT -6
Eddie was wearing a sleeveless white blouse with black ruffle and a black pencil skirt, with nylons and black flats. She was wearing her hair in a bun held together by a pencil. It was too hot to wear her hair in a bun, and she was regretting the white shirt, worried she'd have sweat on her forehead and under her pits. That would hardly be professional! She was just sitting down to dinner-a ham and egg sandwich with mustard on rye and a coke to wash it down-when someone rapped on her door. She looked longingly at her food before sighing and putting it in the drawer on her desk. She got up and walked to the door, preferring to open it herself as she didn't have a secretary. She stared at who was at the door when she opened it. The Goddess herself, Pauline Belmonte. Shaking herself out of her stupor, Eddie stepped aside for Pauline to come in. "How's the girls doing?" she asked, to just make conversation.
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Post by Pauline Belmonte on Jun 28, 2017 20:57:35 GMT -6
She was sure she heard a faint, annoyed sigh from the other side of the door; Pauline glanced to the watch on her wrist out of curiosity as the person inside shuffled about. She did suppose it was a bit late for an office visit, but it had been a long day. The door opened and Eddie stood there, looking a little hot and uncomfortable herself. The lady stepped aside and Pauline strode in.
"Hello, Edna, darling," she said, sitting herself down in the nearest chair. Her legs crossed and her purse in her lap, she peered at the detective from behind her fiery bangs. Her full lips curled upward in a soft smile. "My girls are fine. Linda is better since you got her scummy husband put away behind bars; less afraid for herself and her little one."
Pauline opened her purse and pulled out her silver compact mirror, examining herself and her makeup. Hm. Maybe a few touch ups were needed before she left the office. "Thank you again for that, by the way," she added after a moment, shutting the compact. "It means a lot to know we've got at least one good detective around." She paused, hesitating for a moment, then gestured to Edna.
"How are you faring dear?"
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Post by Edna Wayne on Jun 28, 2017 21:16:57 GMT -6
"Eddie, please" she said with a smile. "Darling you know I prefer Eddie. Anyway, I'm very much glad that slime is off the streets and cooling his heels in the slammer. Tell Linda and her little one I was happy to aid them. Linda's a good woman" Eddie shrugged elegantly and ran her hand along the desk. It was piled with paperwork. She really needed a secretary. "Business has been so-so" she replied. "More women are going to me because they feel I understand them more, and on e man came by to, and I quote, 'observe the freak show'" she made a disgusted face. "But I doubt you came all this way just for a social visit. What can I do ya for? Is one of your girls in trouble?"
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Post by Pauline Belmonte on Jul 6, 2017 15:09:35 GMT -6
"Eddie, that's right," Pauline conceded with a nod. "I'm sorry, dear, I simply don't know where my head's at right now." She tucked the compact back into her purse and brushed a stray lock of hair back into place, making a disgusted face of her own upon hearing Eddie's troubles. "Try not to let that pig get you down, darling," she grimaced. "In my experience, when a man goes out of his way to put a woman down, it's because he's coming up short in other areas of his life and needs to feel like less of a loser."
Pauline fanned herself again with a sigh, uncrossing her legs to cross them the other way around. "You're right, honey, I am here for a reason. It's not my girls, it's..." Pauline looked down for a moment, disliking just how hesitant she was feeling about this. To say it out loud would make her fears more real, and it would make her feel more powerless than she already did. Out with it, Paulie. Just say it. The redhead looked up to Eddie again, unable to mask the worry on her face as she stated, "I think someone is poisoning my husband."
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Post by Edna Wayne on Jul 10, 2017 20:58:53 GMT -6
She smiled and waved a hand ."No, don't worry about it. You look stressed, all's fine" Eddie snorted with very unladylike laughter. "I'm sure he is. He was coming about his wife maybe sleeping with another man, when I finally got him to stop making digs about me" she snorted again. "Personally I figure any woman married to him is deserving of a beak now and ten with someone better but...money is money" she shrugged. Edna cast a worried look at the other woman and walked over to put a hand on her arm. Edna's mouth opened on a perfect o pf surprise before she shut it with a snap and got out her pen and pad of paper. "What makes you think someone is poisoning your husband?" she asked, business like and professional.
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Post by Pauline Belmonte on Jul 15, 2017 22:06:22 GMT -6
Pauline made an even more disgusted face at the image of that guy making digs at Edna. She shook her head. Men like that weren't worth a woman's time, let alone her hand in marriage. If the lady had been cheating on him, he was probably one of the few people who deserved it. Despite her line of work, she didn't take cheating lightly. Certain situations, delicate ones, sometimes warranted it, but more often than not, it was simply unsatisfied clients looking for some action regardless of their status as single or married.
The redhead took herself out of those thoughts and once more focused on the conversation at hand. She absently reached up to touch Edna's hand, appreciating the touch of it to her arm as a gesture of comfort. She was silent for several moments, mulling over the memories and thoughts in her head as she tried to formulate the same wording she had used when she first brought up the possibility to her girls.
"Robert was diagnosed with Narcolepsy a few years ago," she began, wringing her hands together. "If I can be honest, it was incredibly scary. One day he just started fainting with no apparent cause that doctors could discern. We checked him into the hospital when it started interfering with his performances, and..." Pauline sighed, closing her eyes. "And then at the hospital, instead of him getting better, it only got worse. I thought nothing of it--no, that's not accurate, because seeing my husband wasting away in that bed consumes my thoughts--but I thought little of the symptoms. However, I recently began researching narcolepsy, hoping to understand it enough to at least bring him home to me so that I might care for him. That's when I noticed that some things were... off."
Pauline pursed her lips as she paused to collect her thoughts. "I suppose it's no secret that my line of work isn't the most glamorous or respected, and in this profession I've seen my share of narcotic usage. And I may be no doctor, but I know withdrawal symptoms when I see them. During the times that I've seen his Narcoleptic episodes, I've found myself unable to stop from comparing what I see to that of clients that partake in too much of a good thing. To clarify, my husband has never been one to partake in many worldly vices, he hardly drinks beyond some wine at Christmas dinner. For him to abuse any sort of narcotic is a baffling concept that I would not ever believe."
Sighing again, Pauline fanned herself a little harder.
"If I'm just imagining things, so be it. He and I would have a talk, then, and I'd tell him to choose me or the drugs. But I just don't believe for a second that he'd do this to himself. He loves performing as much as he loves me. He wouldn't choose a worldly pleasure and lose us both to a hospital bed. Never. The only thing I can think of is that he's being dosed with something and made to be sick."
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