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Callidora wrung her hands nervously as she stood in the main foyer of the Saraaya H’Sheifa, every now and then adjusting the fabric of her white kalasiris in an anxious tic. Even with her eyes precisely lined with kohl in the Egyptian fashion and golden bracelets and chains dangling from wrists and neck, the Grecian woman felt very much a peasant in the face of such grandeur. Once upon a time, the merchant’s widow had known what it was to have wealth and status—if nothing else, Demetrius had been a savvy businessman, and they never wanted for anything. But this… gods, it was as if the walls themselves were made of gold.
Today was the day she and Lord Akhenaten had agreed to meet in regards to the rebuilding of her market stall. While the man had presented himself as rather arrogant and foppish, the truth remained that Callidora owed him her life. If he hadn’t been in the market the day of the sandstorms, she had no idea if she would have even survived. The fact that he had offered to help her rebuild still shocked her to the core, but Dora knew people. No one did anything for free, much less a noble. She had no doubt there would be terms, and just what sort of terms was the Lord H’Sheifa in a position to offer?
Waiting as the door guard went to fetch her benefactor, Dora let her eyes roam the frescoed walls, mosaics etched in gold and precious gems. The opulence of the Sheifa manor was rivalled only by the Evening Star Palace itself. Even the noble houses she’d been privileged to visit in Greece hardly compared to this. No wonder Lord Akhenaten presented himself the way he did. He could certainly afford to.
From what she understood, Hei Sheifa had amassed such wealth through its own business ventures, a well-to-do merchant family risen to the rank of nobility. Perhaps it was divine intervention that brought her and Akhenaten together that day; this was a connection that could hurl her from the depths of poverty into the lap of luxury if she played her hand right.
It was a good thing Dora had always been an adept gambler.
The tinkling of the water in the nearby fountain was interrupted only by the sound of approaching footsteps, Callidora straightening to attention and squaring her shoulders. Releasing a deep breath, the Grecian merchant brought a charming smile to her lips and let go of any semblance of unease. Confidence was key when it came to situations like these. She couldn’t let her nerves be seen.
“My lord Akhenaten,” she greeted the man warmly as he approached, dipping into a polite curtsy. “A pleasure to see you again. I trust you and your family are doing well in these uncertain times.” Smiling, she inclined her head. “Your home is… breathtakingly lovely, my lord. I don’t think I’ve ever seen its equal.”
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Callidora wrung her hands nervously as she stood in the main foyer of the Saraaya H’Sheifa, every now and then adjusting the fabric of her white kalasiris in an anxious tic. Even with her eyes precisely lined with kohl in the Egyptian fashion and golden bracelets and chains dangling from wrists and neck, the Grecian woman felt very much a peasant in the face of such grandeur. Once upon a time, the merchant’s widow had known what it was to have wealth and status—if nothing else, Demetrius had been a savvy businessman, and they never wanted for anything. But this… gods, it was as if the walls themselves were made of gold.
Today was the day she and Lord Akhenaten had agreed to meet in regards to the rebuilding of her market stall. While the man had presented himself as rather arrogant and foppish, the truth remained that Callidora owed him her life. If he hadn’t been in the market the day of the sandstorms, she had no idea if she would have even survived. The fact that he had offered to help her rebuild still shocked her to the core, but Dora knew people. No one did anything for free, much less a noble. She had no doubt there would be terms, and just what sort of terms was the Lord H’Sheifa in a position to offer?
Waiting as the door guard went to fetch her benefactor, Dora let her eyes roam the frescoed walls, mosaics etched in gold and precious gems. The opulence of the Sheifa manor was rivalled only by the Evening Star Palace itself. Even the noble houses she’d been privileged to visit in Greece hardly compared to this. No wonder Lord Akhenaten presented himself the way he did. He could certainly afford to.
From what she understood, Hei Sheifa had amassed such wealth through its own business ventures, a well-to-do merchant family risen to the rank of nobility. Perhaps it was divine intervention that brought her and Akhenaten together that day; this was a connection that could hurl her from the depths of poverty into the lap of luxury if she played her hand right.
It was a good thing Dora had always been an adept gambler.
The tinkling of the water in the nearby fountain was interrupted only by the sound of approaching footsteps, Callidora straightening to attention and squaring her shoulders. Releasing a deep breath, the Grecian merchant brought a charming smile to her lips and let go of any semblance of unease. Confidence was key when it came to situations like these. She couldn’t let her nerves be seen.
“My lord Akhenaten,” she greeted the man warmly as he approached, dipping into a polite curtsy. “A pleasure to see you again. I trust you and your family are doing well in these uncertain times.” Smiling, she inclined her head. “Your home is… breathtakingly lovely, my lord. I don’t think I’ve ever seen its equal.”
Callidora wrung her hands nervously as she stood in the main foyer of the Saraaya H’Sheifa, every now and then adjusting the fabric of her white kalasiris in an anxious tic. Even with her eyes precisely lined with kohl in the Egyptian fashion and golden bracelets and chains dangling from wrists and neck, the Grecian woman felt very much a peasant in the face of such grandeur. Once upon a time, the merchant’s widow had known what it was to have wealth and status—if nothing else, Demetrius had been a savvy businessman, and they never wanted for anything. But this… gods, it was as if the walls themselves were made of gold.
Today was the day she and Lord Akhenaten had agreed to meet in regards to the rebuilding of her market stall. While the man had presented himself as rather arrogant and foppish, the truth remained that Callidora owed him her life. If he hadn’t been in the market the day of the sandstorms, she had no idea if she would have even survived. The fact that he had offered to help her rebuild still shocked her to the core, but Dora knew people. No one did anything for free, much less a noble. She had no doubt there would be terms, and just what sort of terms was the Lord H’Sheifa in a position to offer?
Waiting as the door guard went to fetch her benefactor, Dora let her eyes roam the frescoed walls, mosaics etched in gold and precious gems. The opulence of the Sheifa manor was rivalled only by the Evening Star Palace itself. Even the noble houses she’d been privileged to visit in Greece hardly compared to this. No wonder Lord Akhenaten presented himself the way he did. He could certainly afford to.
From what she understood, Hei Sheifa had amassed such wealth through its own business ventures, a well-to-do merchant family risen to the rank of nobility. Perhaps it was divine intervention that brought her and Akhenaten together that day; this was a connection that could hurl her from the depths of poverty into the lap of luxury if she played her hand right.
It was a good thing Dora had always been an adept gambler.
The tinkling of the water in the nearby fountain was interrupted only by the sound of approaching footsteps, Callidora straightening to attention and squaring her shoulders. Releasing a deep breath, the Grecian merchant brought a charming smile to her lips and let go of any semblance of unease. Confidence was key when it came to situations like these. She couldn’t let her nerves be seen.
“My lord Akhenaten,” she greeted the man warmly as he approached, dipping into a polite curtsy. “A pleasure to see you again. I trust you and your family are doing well in these uncertain times.” Smiling, she inclined her head. “Your home is… breathtakingly lovely, my lord. I don’t think I’ve ever seen its equal.”
Akhenaten had been in his room, lounging upon his bed and drinking his fifth cup of fine wine, eyes closed as he simply let himself relax for awhile before his father figured out where he was and sent someone to fetch him so that he could spend another day being told that he was a bad heir and he would ruin the family. He had heard such things a lot lately. He had known all his life that he had not been the favoured son, always pushed aside in favour of his brother. How ironic now, that Sutekh was found to be an unwanted bastard and Hena himself his father’s true son and heir. If only his parents had given him the love and attention they had given to Sutekh as a child, perhaps then he would be the heir that they suddenly expected him to be.
But they hadn’t, and he wasn’t.
His brooding thoughts were interrupted by a knock upon his door and he let out an aggravated sigh.
“Tell my father that I am feeling unwell and will not be leaving my room today.” He called out, but the person knocked again and Hena scowled. He slammed his cup of wine down on a nearby table and stood swiftly from his bed, storming over to the door to pull it open, ready to attack the slave that kept knocking for not listening to his command.
Instead he saw one of the guards at his door.
“Speak then.” He commanded and the man gave him a little bow before telling him that someone by the name of Callidora had arrived. He scowled in confusion for a moment as he tried to remember who that was or why they were there. And then it hit him. That common Greek merchant woman from the sandstorm. He had completely forgotten he had told her he would help and invited her to the family house in Cairo.
He supposed that she needed her booth rebuilt so she could attempt to make the money she needed to live, and he knew that she would struggle even more, being from Greece and with the war coming. Any Greeks would be ridiculed, if not worse with the war coming, he was sure of that much. Whether they had taken up residence permanently in Egypt or not.
He straightened his clothing and smoothed down his long hair, slipping on a few extra rings upon his fingers to ensure he was presentable and his wealth would be showcased, not thinking that the house itself would already be impressive to her. To Akhenaten, this was mild, their home back in Thebes was larger and more opulent.
He then moved down the hallways and towards the front entrance where Dora had been left waiting for him. He put a charming smile on his face and opened his arms to welcome her to his house.
“Welcome, good to see you made it safely.” He said, as if he had remembered she was coming and had worried about her being safe.
“If you think this old place is breathtaking, you should see the saraaya.” He said with a laugh, gladly bragging about his extreme wealth.
“Come, let us find our way to a place of more comfort and wine.” He said, motioning her to follow him, starting further into the house, away from the direction he had come from.
They approached a slave and Hena gave a quick command. “Wine. And food. Now.” He said simply, and the slave took off quickly, looking as if she was terrified of what would happen if she didn’t move quick enough for the Lord. And she ought to be. He lead Dora a little further before he opened the door to a rather extravagant office that had once been considered his brothers but now was his. Hena had taken it upon himself to burn every piece of furniture and every book that had previously been in the room, cleansing the room of any sign of his brother. It was now cleaned and re-furnished to Hena’s preferred tastes. He motioned to some cushioned chairs.
“Make yourself comfortable.” He said, doing just that as he took a seat on one of the chairs.
“Tell me then, in plain words, what it is you need done to resume your business.” He said, looking towards the door momentarily as if it would make the wine come faster before he looked back to Dora as if he cared much about this situation. He was only doing this because he was a man of his word, it was the only real integrity the Hei Sheifa heir had.
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Akhenaten had been in his room, lounging upon his bed and drinking his fifth cup of fine wine, eyes closed as he simply let himself relax for awhile before his father figured out where he was and sent someone to fetch him so that he could spend another day being told that he was a bad heir and he would ruin the family. He had heard such things a lot lately. He had known all his life that he had not been the favoured son, always pushed aside in favour of his brother. How ironic now, that Sutekh was found to be an unwanted bastard and Hena himself his father’s true son and heir. If only his parents had given him the love and attention they had given to Sutekh as a child, perhaps then he would be the heir that they suddenly expected him to be.
But they hadn’t, and he wasn’t.
His brooding thoughts were interrupted by a knock upon his door and he let out an aggravated sigh.
“Tell my father that I am feeling unwell and will not be leaving my room today.” He called out, but the person knocked again and Hena scowled. He slammed his cup of wine down on a nearby table and stood swiftly from his bed, storming over to the door to pull it open, ready to attack the slave that kept knocking for not listening to his command.
Instead he saw one of the guards at his door.
“Speak then.” He commanded and the man gave him a little bow before telling him that someone by the name of Callidora had arrived. He scowled in confusion for a moment as he tried to remember who that was or why they were there. And then it hit him. That common Greek merchant woman from the sandstorm. He had completely forgotten he had told her he would help and invited her to the family house in Cairo.
He supposed that she needed her booth rebuilt so she could attempt to make the money she needed to live, and he knew that she would struggle even more, being from Greece and with the war coming. Any Greeks would be ridiculed, if not worse with the war coming, he was sure of that much. Whether they had taken up residence permanently in Egypt or not.
He straightened his clothing and smoothed down his long hair, slipping on a few extra rings upon his fingers to ensure he was presentable and his wealth would be showcased, not thinking that the house itself would already be impressive to her. To Akhenaten, this was mild, their home back in Thebes was larger and more opulent.
He then moved down the hallways and towards the front entrance where Dora had been left waiting for him. He put a charming smile on his face and opened his arms to welcome her to his house.
“Welcome, good to see you made it safely.” He said, as if he had remembered she was coming and had worried about her being safe.
“If you think this old place is breathtaking, you should see the saraaya.” He said with a laugh, gladly bragging about his extreme wealth.
“Come, let us find our way to a place of more comfort and wine.” He said, motioning her to follow him, starting further into the house, away from the direction he had come from.
They approached a slave and Hena gave a quick command. “Wine. And food. Now.” He said simply, and the slave took off quickly, looking as if she was terrified of what would happen if she didn’t move quick enough for the Lord. And she ought to be. He lead Dora a little further before he opened the door to a rather extravagant office that had once been considered his brothers but now was his. Hena had taken it upon himself to burn every piece of furniture and every book that had previously been in the room, cleansing the room of any sign of his brother. It was now cleaned and re-furnished to Hena’s preferred tastes. He motioned to some cushioned chairs.
“Make yourself comfortable.” He said, doing just that as he took a seat on one of the chairs.
“Tell me then, in plain words, what it is you need done to resume your business.” He said, looking towards the door momentarily as if it would make the wine come faster before he looked back to Dora as if he cared much about this situation. He was only doing this because he was a man of his word, it was the only real integrity the Hei Sheifa heir had.
Akhenaten had been in his room, lounging upon his bed and drinking his fifth cup of fine wine, eyes closed as he simply let himself relax for awhile before his father figured out where he was and sent someone to fetch him so that he could spend another day being told that he was a bad heir and he would ruin the family. He had heard such things a lot lately. He had known all his life that he had not been the favoured son, always pushed aside in favour of his brother. How ironic now, that Sutekh was found to be an unwanted bastard and Hena himself his father’s true son and heir. If only his parents had given him the love and attention they had given to Sutekh as a child, perhaps then he would be the heir that they suddenly expected him to be.
But they hadn’t, and he wasn’t.
His brooding thoughts were interrupted by a knock upon his door and he let out an aggravated sigh.
“Tell my father that I am feeling unwell and will not be leaving my room today.” He called out, but the person knocked again and Hena scowled. He slammed his cup of wine down on a nearby table and stood swiftly from his bed, storming over to the door to pull it open, ready to attack the slave that kept knocking for not listening to his command.
Instead he saw one of the guards at his door.
“Speak then.” He commanded and the man gave him a little bow before telling him that someone by the name of Callidora had arrived. He scowled in confusion for a moment as he tried to remember who that was or why they were there. And then it hit him. That common Greek merchant woman from the sandstorm. He had completely forgotten he had told her he would help and invited her to the family house in Cairo.
He supposed that she needed her booth rebuilt so she could attempt to make the money she needed to live, and he knew that she would struggle even more, being from Greece and with the war coming. Any Greeks would be ridiculed, if not worse with the war coming, he was sure of that much. Whether they had taken up residence permanently in Egypt or not.
He straightened his clothing and smoothed down his long hair, slipping on a few extra rings upon his fingers to ensure he was presentable and his wealth would be showcased, not thinking that the house itself would already be impressive to her. To Akhenaten, this was mild, their home back in Thebes was larger and more opulent.
He then moved down the hallways and towards the front entrance where Dora had been left waiting for him. He put a charming smile on his face and opened his arms to welcome her to his house.
“Welcome, good to see you made it safely.” He said, as if he had remembered she was coming and had worried about her being safe.
“If you think this old place is breathtaking, you should see the saraaya.” He said with a laugh, gladly bragging about his extreme wealth.
“Come, let us find our way to a place of more comfort and wine.” He said, motioning her to follow him, starting further into the house, away from the direction he had come from.
They approached a slave and Hena gave a quick command. “Wine. And food. Now.” He said simply, and the slave took off quickly, looking as if she was terrified of what would happen if she didn’t move quick enough for the Lord. And she ought to be. He lead Dora a little further before he opened the door to a rather extravagant office that had once been considered his brothers but now was his. Hena had taken it upon himself to burn every piece of furniture and every book that had previously been in the room, cleansing the room of any sign of his brother. It was now cleaned and re-furnished to Hena’s preferred tastes. He motioned to some cushioned chairs.
“Make yourself comfortable.” He said, doing just that as he took a seat on one of the chairs.
“Tell me then, in plain words, what it is you need done to resume your business.” He said, looking towards the door momentarily as if it would make the wine come faster before he looked back to Dora as if he cared much about this situation. He was only doing this because he was a man of his word, it was the only real integrity the Hei Sheifa heir had.
The Lord H’Sheifa behaved much as she remembered from the day of the storm—arrogant and dismissive with a cocky air that said he was better than anyone in the room and he knew it. While Callidora inwardly chafed at such a brash attitude, it was nothing more than what she was used to. A commoner, yes, but she was a merchant’s wife, and as such, walked among many different social classes in her line of work. To accrue any sort of real wealth, one had to acquaint themselves with the nobility, and many portrayed the very same demeanor Akhenaten so carelessly showed.
So casual about the understated wealth of his golden home in comparison to another house the family apparently owned, Dora shook her head when he turned away. What must it be like, to take such opulence for granted? Even if she once clothed herself in fine silks and polished jewels, she had never achieved anything like this. For her, this was only the province of dreams. She’d simply be happy to earn enough money to live in a tavern without quite so many rats.
Trailing behind her companion as he led her back to his office, she smiled and had a seat when he indicated for her to do so. The mention of wine and food earned a soft growl from her stomach, watching eagerly as the slave departed. Apparently, she’d forgotten to break her fast in her haste to meet with her new patron, and she looked forward to whatever manner of libations such a prominent house would offer.
“Thank you again for your hospitality, my lord,” Callidora said as she settled in, inclining her head at his request for her to speak plainly. “In simple terms, Lord Akhenaten, I need my stand rebuilt. The storm all but destroyed it, and most of my inventory along with it. I have some meager supply lines to restock, but I’ve had no revenue to purchase more. My suppliers aren’t exactly given to charity.”
Eyes lighting up when the slave returned with wine and honey cakes, Dora accepted her glass with a nod of thanks. Taking a sip of the heavy vintage, she made a sound of approval before plucking one of the cakes from the tray. “So, I suppose in addition, I’m asking for a loan, as well. Nothing extravagant, just enough to get myself up and running again.” Biting off a piece of the cake, she let the sweetness linger on her tongue—savoring it for a long moment before swallowing and continuing, “Of course, I expect nothing for free. I am willing to repay you on whatever terms you wish and with interest, if necessary. I’m more than happy to negotiate whatever rates you think fair… provided you’re willing to help me further, that is. I know you promised only to rebuild my stall, and I would ask no more of you than you’re apt to give.”
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The Lord H’Sheifa behaved much as she remembered from the day of the storm—arrogant and dismissive with a cocky air that said he was better than anyone in the room and he knew it. While Callidora inwardly chafed at such a brash attitude, it was nothing more than what she was used to. A commoner, yes, but she was a merchant’s wife, and as such, walked among many different social classes in her line of work. To accrue any sort of real wealth, one had to acquaint themselves with the nobility, and many portrayed the very same demeanor Akhenaten so carelessly showed.
So casual about the understated wealth of his golden home in comparison to another house the family apparently owned, Dora shook her head when he turned away. What must it be like, to take such opulence for granted? Even if she once clothed herself in fine silks and polished jewels, she had never achieved anything like this. For her, this was only the province of dreams. She’d simply be happy to earn enough money to live in a tavern without quite so many rats.
Trailing behind her companion as he led her back to his office, she smiled and had a seat when he indicated for her to do so. The mention of wine and food earned a soft growl from her stomach, watching eagerly as the slave departed. Apparently, she’d forgotten to break her fast in her haste to meet with her new patron, and she looked forward to whatever manner of libations such a prominent house would offer.
“Thank you again for your hospitality, my lord,” Callidora said as she settled in, inclining her head at his request for her to speak plainly. “In simple terms, Lord Akhenaten, I need my stand rebuilt. The storm all but destroyed it, and most of my inventory along with it. I have some meager supply lines to restock, but I’ve had no revenue to purchase more. My suppliers aren’t exactly given to charity.”
Eyes lighting up when the slave returned with wine and honey cakes, Dora accepted her glass with a nod of thanks. Taking a sip of the heavy vintage, she made a sound of approval before plucking one of the cakes from the tray. “So, I suppose in addition, I’m asking for a loan, as well. Nothing extravagant, just enough to get myself up and running again.” Biting off a piece of the cake, she let the sweetness linger on her tongue—savoring it for a long moment before swallowing and continuing, “Of course, I expect nothing for free. I am willing to repay you on whatever terms you wish and with interest, if necessary. I’m more than happy to negotiate whatever rates you think fair… provided you’re willing to help me further, that is. I know you promised only to rebuild my stall, and I would ask no more of you than you’re apt to give.”
The Lord H’Sheifa behaved much as she remembered from the day of the storm—arrogant and dismissive with a cocky air that said he was better than anyone in the room and he knew it. While Callidora inwardly chafed at such a brash attitude, it was nothing more than what she was used to. A commoner, yes, but she was a merchant’s wife, and as such, walked among many different social classes in her line of work. To accrue any sort of real wealth, one had to acquaint themselves with the nobility, and many portrayed the very same demeanor Akhenaten so carelessly showed.
So casual about the understated wealth of his golden home in comparison to another house the family apparently owned, Dora shook her head when he turned away. What must it be like, to take such opulence for granted? Even if she once clothed herself in fine silks and polished jewels, she had never achieved anything like this. For her, this was only the province of dreams. She’d simply be happy to earn enough money to live in a tavern without quite so many rats.
Trailing behind her companion as he led her back to his office, she smiled and had a seat when he indicated for her to do so. The mention of wine and food earned a soft growl from her stomach, watching eagerly as the slave departed. Apparently, she’d forgotten to break her fast in her haste to meet with her new patron, and she looked forward to whatever manner of libations such a prominent house would offer.
“Thank you again for your hospitality, my lord,” Callidora said as she settled in, inclining her head at his request for her to speak plainly. “In simple terms, Lord Akhenaten, I need my stand rebuilt. The storm all but destroyed it, and most of my inventory along with it. I have some meager supply lines to restock, but I’ve had no revenue to purchase more. My suppliers aren’t exactly given to charity.”
Eyes lighting up when the slave returned with wine and honey cakes, Dora accepted her glass with a nod of thanks. Taking a sip of the heavy vintage, she made a sound of approval before plucking one of the cakes from the tray. “So, I suppose in addition, I’m asking for a loan, as well. Nothing extravagant, just enough to get myself up and running again.” Biting off a piece of the cake, she let the sweetness linger on her tongue—savoring it for a long moment before swallowing and continuing, “Of course, I expect nothing for free. I am willing to repay you on whatever terms you wish and with interest, if necessary. I’m more than happy to negotiate whatever rates you think fair… provided you’re willing to help me further, that is. I know you promised only to rebuild my stall, and I would ask no more of you than you’re apt to give.”
Hena waved away her thank you with one hand, not interested in the thanks she offered. He did not make his offer to help her in order to get a thank you. In fact, he could hardly remember why it was he had made such an offer. Regardless, he was a man of his word (mostly) and it would be almost nothing out of his own money to rebuild what she had. The mass amounts of wealth that came with his family name would easily cover the costs of rebuilding her stall, without even really taking a hit. He supposed the Gods must smile upon this woman for her to happen upon Akhenaten of all people that night, and to do so when he was in a good enough mood to make such an offer when normally he would never.
But he did have a sort of plan, some strings attached so to speak, though it was something he figured would mutually benefit them both, if she was half as good of a merchant as she said she was.
When the wine was brought, he took a cup from his slave without even so much as a glance her way, his opinions on his serving staff obvious as he treated them no different than he treated the furniture that decorate the room around them.
He listened as she asked for a loan on top of the costs to rebuild her stall, and he took a long drink of his wine, partially to cover the smirk that was on his face. She was playing right into what he wanted, and making it easier for his deal to sound good for her.
“I would be happy to help, with the rebuild and the restock.” He started, setting his cup of wine down on the table beside his chair before leaning forward a little bit closer to her, a glint in his eyes betraying the fact that there was more to the offer.
“But why stop there?” He asked, pushing some of his long hair from his face and back behind his shoulder.
“Surely you must have ambitions beyond a tiny stall in the market?” Hena leaned back in his chair again, pausing as he made himself comfortable, always one for dramatics in everything he did.
“I am to one day take over the Hei, and as such I must think about the future. My family made it’s fortune as merchants, and I believe sticking to those roots will see us through for many years to come. I am not yet head of the household, but my connections nearly out weigh the amount of money I have at my disposal.” He said, absolutely taking a moment to brag.
“Here is what I am proposing. I wish to start my own trading line, a coalition of merchants working for me. And I would like you to be the first to join. I will provide the funds of course, for this to run, and I will use my connections to secure us goods as well as business. You will keep a percent of the profits we make, and the rest will come back to me.” He said, the beginning of his offer. It was implied that if this were a deal she were to accept, she would be working under him, no longer a free merchant, able to make her own business decisions fully. The price to pay for the money he could offer.
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Hena waved away her thank you with one hand, not interested in the thanks she offered. He did not make his offer to help her in order to get a thank you. In fact, he could hardly remember why it was he had made such an offer. Regardless, he was a man of his word (mostly) and it would be almost nothing out of his own money to rebuild what she had. The mass amounts of wealth that came with his family name would easily cover the costs of rebuilding her stall, without even really taking a hit. He supposed the Gods must smile upon this woman for her to happen upon Akhenaten of all people that night, and to do so when he was in a good enough mood to make such an offer when normally he would never.
But he did have a sort of plan, some strings attached so to speak, though it was something he figured would mutually benefit them both, if she was half as good of a merchant as she said she was.
When the wine was brought, he took a cup from his slave without even so much as a glance her way, his opinions on his serving staff obvious as he treated them no different than he treated the furniture that decorate the room around them.
He listened as she asked for a loan on top of the costs to rebuild her stall, and he took a long drink of his wine, partially to cover the smirk that was on his face. She was playing right into what he wanted, and making it easier for his deal to sound good for her.
“I would be happy to help, with the rebuild and the restock.” He started, setting his cup of wine down on the table beside his chair before leaning forward a little bit closer to her, a glint in his eyes betraying the fact that there was more to the offer.
“But why stop there?” He asked, pushing some of his long hair from his face and back behind his shoulder.
“Surely you must have ambitions beyond a tiny stall in the market?” Hena leaned back in his chair again, pausing as he made himself comfortable, always one for dramatics in everything he did.
“I am to one day take over the Hei, and as such I must think about the future. My family made it’s fortune as merchants, and I believe sticking to those roots will see us through for many years to come. I am not yet head of the household, but my connections nearly out weigh the amount of money I have at my disposal.” He said, absolutely taking a moment to brag.
“Here is what I am proposing. I wish to start my own trading line, a coalition of merchants working for me. And I would like you to be the first to join. I will provide the funds of course, for this to run, and I will use my connections to secure us goods as well as business. You will keep a percent of the profits we make, and the rest will come back to me.” He said, the beginning of his offer. It was implied that if this were a deal she were to accept, she would be working under him, no longer a free merchant, able to make her own business decisions fully. The price to pay for the money he could offer.
Hena waved away her thank you with one hand, not interested in the thanks she offered. He did not make his offer to help her in order to get a thank you. In fact, he could hardly remember why it was he had made such an offer. Regardless, he was a man of his word (mostly) and it would be almost nothing out of his own money to rebuild what she had. The mass amounts of wealth that came with his family name would easily cover the costs of rebuilding her stall, without even really taking a hit. He supposed the Gods must smile upon this woman for her to happen upon Akhenaten of all people that night, and to do so when he was in a good enough mood to make such an offer when normally he would never.
But he did have a sort of plan, some strings attached so to speak, though it was something he figured would mutually benefit them both, if she was half as good of a merchant as she said she was.
When the wine was brought, he took a cup from his slave without even so much as a glance her way, his opinions on his serving staff obvious as he treated them no different than he treated the furniture that decorate the room around them.
He listened as she asked for a loan on top of the costs to rebuild her stall, and he took a long drink of his wine, partially to cover the smirk that was on his face. She was playing right into what he wanted, and making it easier for his deal to sound good for her.
“I would be happy to help, with the rebuild and the restock.” He started, setting his cup of wine down on the table beside his chair before leaning forward a little bit closer to her, a glint in his eyes betraying the fact that there was more to the offer.
“But why stop there?” He asked, pushing some of his long hair from his face and back behind his shoulder.
“Surely you must have ambitions beyond a tiny stall in the market?” Hena leaned back in his chair again, pausing as he made himself comfortable, always one for dramatics in everything he did.
“I am to one day take over the Hei, and as such I must think about the future. My family made it’s fortune as merchants, and I believe sticking to those roots will see us through for many years to come. I am not yet head of the household, but my connections nearly out weigh the amount of money I have at my disposal.” He said, absolutely taking a moment to brag.
“Here is what I am proposing. I wish to start my own trading line, a coalition of merchants working for me. And I would like you to be the first to join. I will provide the funds of course, for this to run, and I will use my connections to secure us goods as well as business. You will keep a percent of the profits we make, and the rest will come back to me.” He said, the beginning of his offer. It was implied that if this were a deal she were to accept, she would be working under him, no longer a free merchant, able to make her own business decisions fully. The price to pay for the money he could offer.
This was all working out even better than Callidora dared to hope.
She did her best not to look overeager at the offer he proposed, though her heart fluttered within her chest. Was it divine providence that brought her and Lord Akhenaten together the day of the storm? She was starting to wonder. And if it was… whose gods were responsible?
Whoever they were, she thanked them silently, letting some of her excitement bleed into a pleasant smile on her face. She took a moment to nibble her cake and sip her wine as if she was considering what he said, though she knew her answer the moment it left his lips. How could she ever be fool enough to say no? Of course, there would be stipulations, but whatever they were, she had no doubt they were would be worth it.
“I am an ambitious woman, it’s true,” she finally said, her words carefully measured so that her dazed euphoria didn’t spill forth. “And what you’re offering is more than I think even you realize.” With this sort of opportunity, she could rebuild her life to a semblance of what it was before. Did she have a husband to support her? No, but with this chance he was giving her, she didn’t need one. She would still be beholden to a man, yes, but perhaps in time, the connections she forged would be enough to give her independence. If nothing else, this was at least a step in the right direction.
“It would be my honor to be the first of your trading line, my lord,” she went on with a smile, eyes sparkling with excitement. “With your connections here and mine in Greece, we could have ourselves the beginning of an empire.” Polishing off the rest of her cake and taking another swallow of her wine, she leaned forward to meet his gaze. “I assure you, nothing I’ve said about my own prowess is false. Yes, we merchants have a tendency to… exaggerate, perhaps, but does it not speak to my credit that I’ve maintained the connections I have? Me, a widow, and a Greek, at that? Most would scoff at the thought, but I’ve proven myself capable through the years, time and time again.”
She leaned back in her seat with a look of muted triumph, tapping the side of her glass. “What line of business are you looking to get into, my lord?” This was, after all, an important question. While Callidora had plenty of experience, she didn’t know everything. “Textiles? Spices? Imported foods? I suppose the options are rather limitless when it comes to your family. But what is it that interests you?”
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This was all working out even better than Callidora dared to hope.
She did her best not to look overeager at the offer he proposed, though her heart fluttered within her chest. Was it divine providence that brought her and Lord Akhenaten together the day of the storm? She was starting to wonder. And if it was… whose gods were responsible?
Whoever they were, she thanked them silently, letting some of her excitement bleed into a pleasant smile on her face. She took a moment to nibble her cake and sip her wine as if she was considering what he said, though she knew her answer the moment it left his lips. How could she ever be fool enough to say no? Of course, there would be stipulations, but whatever they were, she had no doubt they were would be worth it.
“I am an ambitious woman, it’s true,” she finally said, her words carefully measured so that her dazed euphoria didn’t spill forth. “And what you’re offering is more than I think even you realize.” With this sort of opportunity, she could rebuild her life to a semblance of what it was before. Did she have a husband to support her? No, but with this chance he was giving her, she didn’t need one. She would still be beholden to a man, yes, but perhaps in time, the connections she forged would be enough to give her independence. If nothing else, this was at least a step in the right direction.
“It would be my honor to be the first of your trading line, my lord,” she went on with a smile, eyes sparkling with excitement. “With your connections here and mine in Greece, we could have ourselves the beginning of an empire.” Polishing off the rest of her cake and taking another swallow of her wine, she leaned forward to meet his gaze. “I assure you, nothing I’ve said about my own prowess is false. Yes, we merchants have a tendency to… exaggerate, perhaps, but does it not speak to my credit that I’ve maintained the connections I have? Me, a widow, and a Greek, at that? Most would scoff at the thought, but I’ve proven myself capable through the years, time and time again.”
She leaned back in her seat with a look of muted triumph, tapping the side of her glass. “What line of business are you looking to get into, my lord?” This was, after all, an important question. While Callidora had plenty of experience, she didn’t know everything. “Textiles? Spices? Imported foods? I suppose the options are rather limitless when it comes to your family. But what is it that interests you?”
This was all working out even better than Callidora dared to hope.
She did her best not to look overeager at the offer he proposed, though her heart fluttered within her chest. Was it divine providence that brought her and Lord Akhenaten together the day of the storm? She was starting to wonder. And if it was… whose gods were responsible?
Whoever they were, she thanked them silently, letting some of her excitement bleed into a pleasant smile on her face. She took a moment to nibble her cake and sip her wine as if she was considering what he said, though she knew her answer the moment it left his lips. How could she ever be fool enough to say no? Of course, there would be stipulations, but whatever they were, she had no doubt they were would be worth it.
“I am an ambitious woman, it’s true,” she finally said, her words carefully measured so that her dazed euphoria didn’t spill forth. “And what you’re offering is more than I think even you realize.” With this sort of opportunity, she could rebuild her life to a semblance of what it was before. Did she have a husband to support her? No, but with this chance he was giving her, she didn’t need one. She would still be beholden to a man, yes, but perhaps in time, the connections she forged would be enough to give her independence. If nothing else, this was at least a step in the right direction.
“It would be my honor to be the first of your trading line, my lord,” she went on with a smile, eyes sparkling with excitement. “With your connections here and mine in Greece, we could have ourselves the beginning of an empire.” Polishing off the rest of her cake and taking another swallow of her wine, she leaned forward to meet his gaze. “I assure you, nothing I’ve said about my own prowess is false. Yes, we merchants have a tendency to… exaggerate, perhaps, but does it not speak to my credit that I’ve maintained the connections I have? Me, a widow, and a Greek, at that? Most would scoff at the thought, but I’ve proven myself capable through the years, time and time again.”
She leaned back in her seat with a look of muted triumph, tapping the side of her glass. “What line of business are you looking to get into, my lord?” This was, after all, an important question. While Callidora had plenty of experience, she didn’t know everything. “Textiles? Spices? Imported foods? I suppose the options are rather limitless when it comes to your family. But what is it that interests you?”
Akhenaten let out a laugh as she spoke of being one of his traders.
“Clearly you have misunderstood my words.” He said, his gaze still upon her as he studied her carefully. Her reactions, her words, her actions. All of it would determine the viability of what he was suggesting. If she was even interested. He thought himself a good judge of character, and he believed that his instincts were not to be ignored. They were telling him something for a reason, and so far he felt he had done well in his life following what his gut told him.
“No, you will not be one of my traders. I see something in you, something beyond the basic skills of a trader. I see a fire.” He stated, leaning forward to examine her, for once his gaze showed what was beneath the drunken child that he was seen as by those in his family. The look in his eyes held a sharp intelligence and a hunger for power.
“You will serve as my word and will. No one will take a woman seriously, especially not a Greek one. But with my influence and power to back you? You will find not obstacles in our way.” He stated, setting his wine cup aside so that he could focus on what he was discussing instead of the drink. Something that would have surprised even Nia. Hena didn’t disregard his wine for anything or anyone, but this was business. This was his business, not his fathers, not his mothers. This was his.
“You are a leader, and I will lift you up to a position you should be in.” Hena said. He could be wrong completely about her, and the next while would be a test of that, but there was something in him that said this woman would be instrumental in his plans for the future. And there was no way she would turn down the offer to work for him. She would be in charge of everything in his future trading group, everyone but him. She would deliver his commands, speak on his behalf if appropriate. It was the best a woman like her could hope for, especially in Egypt of all places.
He sat back in his seat, he offer extended to her. It was up to her now, whether she would take the proposed deal. He thought she would be dumb not to. If she denied it, then he would simply rebuild her pathetic stall and let her get on with her life, barely scraping by.
“Should you choose to accept, we will see you to proper clothing and housing, if you are to represent me in business matters, I will not have you looking so... common.” He commented, a little bit more of his usual arrogant self poking through the seriousness that had come over him just a few moments ago. Though it made sense, if she was to be taken seriously, and if people were to believe that she was under his employ, she would need to look the part.
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Akhenaten let out a laugh as she spoke of being one of his traders.
“Clearly you have misunderstood my words.” He said, his gaze still upon her as he studied her carefully. Her reactions, her words, her actions. All of it would determine the viability of what he was suggesting. If she was even interested. He thought himself a good judge of character, and he believed that his instincts were not to be ignored. They were telling him something for a reason, and so far he felt he had done well in his life following what his gut told him.
“No, you will not be one of my traders. I see something in you, something beyond the basic skills of a trader. I see a fire.” He stated, leaning forward to examine her, for once his gaze showed what was beneath the drunken child that he was seen as by those in his family. The look in his eyes held a sharp intelligence and a hunger for power.
“You will serve as my word and will. No one will take a woman seriously, especially not a Greek one. But with my influence and power to back you? You will find not obstacles in our way.” He stated, setting his wine cup aside so that he could focus on what he was discussing instead of the drink. Something that would have surprised even Nia. Hena didn’t disregard his wine for anything or anyone, but this was business. This was his business, not his fathers, not his mothers. This was his.
“You are a leader, and I will lift you up to a position you should be in.” Hena said. He could be wrong completely about her, and the next while would be a test of that, but there was something in him that said this woman would be instrumental in his plans for the future. And there was no way she would turn down the offer to work for him. She would be in charge of everything in his future trading group, everyone but him. She would deliver his commands, speak on his behalf if appropriate. It was the best a woman like her could hope for, especially in Egypt of all places.
He sat back in his seat, he offer extended to her. It was up to her now, whether she would take the proposed deal. He thought she would be dumb not to. If she denied it, then he would simply rebuild her pathetic stall and let her get on with her life, barely scraping by.
“Should you choose to accept, we will see you to proper clothing and housing, if you are to represent me in business matters, I will not have you looking so... common.” He commented, a little bit more of his usual arrogant self poking through the seriousness that had come over him just a few moments ago. Though it made sense, if she was to be taken seriously, and if people were to believe that she was under his employ, she would need to look the part.
Akhenaten let out a laugh as she spoke of being one of his traders.
“Clearly you have misunderstood my words.” He said, his gaze still upon her as he studied her carefully. Her reactions, her words, her actions. All of it would determine the viability of what he was suggesting. If she was even interested. He thought himself a good judge of character, and he believed that his instincts were not to be ignored. They were telling him something for a reason, and so far he felt he had done well in his life following what his gut told him.
“No, you will not be one of my traders. I see something in you, something beyond the basic skills of a trader. I see a fire.” He stated, leaning forward to examine her, for once his gaze showed what was beneath the drunken child that he was seen as by those in his family. The look in his eyes held a sharp intelligence and a hunger for power.
“You will serve as my word and will. No one will take a woman seriously, especially not a Greek one. But with my influence and power to back you? You will find not obstacles in our way.” He stated, setting his wine cup aside so that he could focus on what he was discussing instead of the drink. Something that would have surprised even Nia. Hena didn’t disregard his wine for anything or anyone, but this was business. This was his business, not his fathers, not his mothers. This was his.
“You are a leader, and I will lift you up to a position you should be in.” Hena said. He could be wrong completely about her, and the next while would be a test of that, but there was something in him that said this woman would be instrumental in his plans for the future. And there was no way she would turn down the offer to work for him. She would be in charge of everything in his future trading group, everyone but him. She would deliver his commands, speak on his behalf if appropriate. It was the best a woman like her could hope for, especially in Egypt of all places.
He sat back in his seat, he offer extended to her. It was up to her now, whether she would take the proposed deal. He thought she would be dumb not to. If she denied it, then he would simply rebuild her pathetic stall and let her get on with her life, barely scraping by.
“Should you choose to accept, we will see you to proper clothing and housing, if you are to represent me in business matters, I will not have you looking so... common.” He commented, a little bit more of his usual arrogant self poking through the seriousness that had come over him just a few moments ago. Though it made sense, if she was to be taken seriously, and if people were to believe that she was under his employ, she would need to look the part.
Callidora was sure she must be dreaming.
Ever since she came to Egypt, she had been plagued by tragedy after tragedy. The loss of her brother, the destruction of their ship, the separation from Skylla, her near brush with execution… It all seemed to pile on top of each other while she struggled not to collapse beneath the weight. Every new trial she felt might break her, and yet she persevered. It was what a woman like Dora did, after all. No matter what, she would keep going until she could simply go no more.
But this… gods, she had never even imagined this. The chance to lead a trading empire for the heir to one of the richest Heis in Egypt. While Dora had been so ardently longing for home, here was a greater opportunity than she would surely ever find back in Greece. Even with Demetrius, nothing she owned was technically hers, and the wealth and prestige that came with their position would always be in his name. But now…
Yes, she would be beholden to Lord Akhenaten H’Sheifa. The things she did would be in his name; the words she gave would come from his lips. And yet, she would have command. She would have the power to make decisions, to manipulate the cash flow that would see their empire rise above others. He would outfit her in finery, house her behind finer walls than she had lived in since her husband’s demise. It was everything she wanted, everything she longed for, barring an elevation to nobility itself. How could she possibly say no?
The Lord H’Sheifa was watching her expectantly, undoubtedly gauging her reaction. To say it all came as a shock would be an understatement, and she gave her arm a sharp pinch to assure herself she was awake. Would there be difficulty in the transition? No doubt, but life was fraught with hardship. Given all she had endured in the past year, this was a hardship she welcomed with open arms. A chance to make a real name for herself. A chance to prove to everyone who had ever doubted her just how high she could rise.
If only Skylla could be here to share it with her.
Shoving thoughts of her lover to the back of her mind, she turned on her benefactor with an eager smile. “My lord, you honor me beyond anything I ever could have wished for. I would be an absolute fool to refuse you, and I can assure you, I am not a fool.” Her pretty face was animated as she leaned forward, pale cheeks flushed with excitement. “Your faith is not misplaced, my lord. I will prove to you my worth and then some. You will never have cause to regret this.”
Her smile widening, it was all she could do to contain the soaring joy that rose up in her chest. She nearly giggled in her glee, but managed only with the most extreme effort to keep to a more professional stance. Clearing her throat, she straightened up, chin held proudly in the air as her eyes glittered with scarcely concealed pride.
“My only question now is: when can I start?”
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Callidora was sure she must be dreaming.
Ever since she came to Egypt, she had been plagued by tragedy after tragedy. The loss of her brother, the destruction of their ship, the separation from Skylla, her near brush with execution… It all seemed to pile on top of each other while she struggled not to collapse beneath the weight. Every new trial she felt might break her, and yet she persevered. It was what a woman like Dora did, after all. No matter what, she would keep going until she could simply go no more.
But this… gods, she had never even imagined this. The chance to lead a trading empire for the heir to one of the richest Heis in Egypt. While Dora had been so ardently longing for home, here was a greater opportunity than she would surely ever find back in Greece. Even with Demetrius, nothing she owned was technically hers, and the wealth and prestige that came with their position would always be in his name. But now…
Yes, she would be beholden to Lord Akhenaten H’Sheifa. The things she did would be in his name; the words she gave would come from his lips. And yet, she would have command. She would have the power to make decisions, to manipulate the cash flow that would see their empire rise above others. He would outfit her in finery, house her behind finer walls than she had lived in since her husband’s demise. It was everything she wanted, everything she longed for, barring an elevation to nobility itself. How could she possibly say no?
The Lord H’Sheifa was watching her expectantly, undoubtedly gauging her reaction. To say it all came as a shock would be an understatement, and she gave her arm a sharp pinch to assure herself she was awake. Would there be difficulty in the transition? No doubt, but life was fraught with hardship. Given all she had endured in the past year, this was a hardship she welcomed with open arms. A chance to make a real name for herself. A chance to prove to everyone who had ever doubted her just how high she could rise.
If only Skylla could be here to share it with her.
Shoving thoughts of her lover to the back of her mind, she turned on her benefactor with an eager smile. “My lord, you honor me beyond anything I ever could have wished for. I would be an absolute fool to refuse you, and I can assure you, I am not a fool.” Her pretty face was animated as she leaned forward, pale cheeks flushed with excitement. “Your faith is not misplaced, my lord. I will prove to you my worth and then some. You will never have cause to regret this.”
Her smile widening, it was all she could do to contain the soaring joy that rose up in her chest. She nearly giggled in her glee, but managed only with the most extreme effort to keep to a more professional stance. Clearing her throat, she straightened up, chin held proudly in the air as her eyes glittered with scarcely concealed pride.
“My only question now is: when can I start?”
Callidora was sure she must be dreaming.
Ever since she came to Egypt, she had been plagued by tragedy after tragedy. The loss of her brother, the destruction of their ship, the separation from Skylla, her near brush with execution… It all seemed to pile on top of each other while she struggled not to collapse beneath the weight. Every new trial she felt might break her, and yet she persevered. It was what a woman like Dora did, after all. No matter what, she would keep going until she could simply go no more.
But this… gods, she had never even imagined this. The chance to lead a trading empire for the heir to one of the richest Heis in Egypt. While Dora had been so ardently longing for home, here was a greater opportunity than she would surely ever find back in Greece. Even with Demetrius, nothing she owned was technically hers, and the wealth and prestige that came with their position would always be in his name. But now…
Yes, she would be beholden to Lord Akhenaten H’Sheifa. The things she did would be in his name; the words she gave would come from his lips. And yet, she would have command. She would have the power to make decisions, to manipulate the cash flow that would see their empire rise above others. He would outfit her in finery, house her behind finer walls than she had lived in since her husband’s demise. It was everything she wanted, everything she longed for, barring an elevation to nobility itself. How could she possibly say no?
The Lord H’Sheifa was watching her expectantly, undoubtedly gauging her reaction. To say it all came as a shock would be an understatement, and she gave her arm a sharp pinch to assure herself she was awake. Would there be difficulty in the transition? No doubt, but life was fraught with hardship. Given all she had endured in the past year, this was a hardship she welcomed with open arms. A chance to make a real name for herself. A chance to prove to everyone who had ever doubted her just how high she could rise.
If only Skylla could be here to share it with her.
Shoving thoughts of her lover to the back of her mind, she turned on her benefactor with an eager smile. “My lord, you honor me beyond anything I ever could have wished for. I would be an absolute fool to refuse you, and I can assure you, I am not a fool.” Her pretty face was animated as she leaned forward, pale cheeks flushed with excitement. “Your faith is not misplaced, my lord. I will prove to you my worth and then some. You will never have cause to regret this.”
Her smile widening, it was all she could do to contain the soaring joy that rose up in her chest. She nearly giggled in her glee, but managed only with the most extreme effort to keep to a more professional stance. Clearing her throat, she straightened up, chin held proudly in the air as her eyes glittered with scarcely concealed pride.
“My only question now is: when can I start?”
He watched her as she seemed to be mulling things over. He could see the surprise in her expression, hidden there among the other thoughts that lurked behind her eyes. He didn’t think she would turn it down, he was offering her the opportunity of a lifetime. She would be a fool to turn down the chance at such connections and such power for her simple like at a merchant stall. But perhaps she could not handle the pressure or did not wish for more.
“I’d hope you would not give me cause to regret this.” he said, a serious expression on his face as he spoke.
“Because I am not a forgiving man.” He stated, which was true. Hena was volatile, not that she would know that. She saw a little bit of it with Sutekh during the sandstorm, but that had been a mild blow up compared to how he could get. He hoped that she would never giving him cause for her to find that out.
“The sooner the better.” He stated when she asked when she could start.
“Stay here.” He commanded, then stood from his chair and disappeared out of the room. He returned a few minutes later, tossing three pouches of money on the table in front of her before he sat down once more to face her.
“The smaller one is for you. Consider it an advance on your cut of our profits, to ensure you are not starving to death before we get the network started.” He said, then motioned to the medium sized pouch.
“That one is for you to purchase yourself proper clothing and jewellery. You will not represent me looking like a commoner. Ensure what ever you purchase is in fashion and quality.” He said, and he was serious about that. He knew that everything in higher society was about image, and that included clothing and jewels. He was one who loved to adorn himself to show his wealth.
“The last one is to only be used to begin our trading. Use it as you see fit, consider it a test. Whether you use it to bring people in to the collective, or you use it to begin building supply connections, that is up to you. Just use it well, I do not like to waste my money.” Hena warned.
He knew that Sutekh and probably most of his family would not agree with that, but to Hena, wine, opium and jewels were not a waste of money. When it came to actually trading, he did not waste money needlessly, and he was rather good at haggling.
“Take them and see that you get to work immediately. I want results. And soon.” He said, leaning back in his chair once more. That was his way of dismissing her, whether she picked up on it or not. He wanted her to prove that she could work hard and smart with the money that she was given. It wasn’t much compared to what his family had, but it would be more than enough to get things started, and it was likely more than she had made recently.
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He watched her as she seemed to be mulling things over. He could see the surprise in her expression, hidden there among the other thoughts that lurked behind her eyes. He didn’t think she would turn it down, he was offering her the opportunity of a lifetime. She would be a fool to turn down the chance at such connections and such power for her simple like at a merchant stall. But perhaps she could not handle the pressure or did not wish for more.
“I’d hope you would not give me cause to regret this.” he said, a serious expression on his face as he spoke.
“Because I am not a forgiving man.” He stated, which was true. Hena was volatile, not that she would know that. She saw a little bit of it with Sutekh during the sandstorm, but that had been a mild blow up compared to how he could get. He hoped that she would never giving him cause for her to find that out.
“The sooner the better.” He stated when she asked when she could start.
“Stay here.” He commanded, then stood from his chair and disappeared out of the room. He returned a few minutes later, tossing three pouches of money on the table in front of her before he sat down once more to face her.
“The smaller one is for you. Consider it an advance on your cut of our profits, to ensure you are not starving to death before we get the network started.” He said, then motioned to the medium sized pouch.
“That one is for you to purchase yourself proper clothing and jewellery. You will not represent me looking like a commoner. Ensure what ever you purchase is in fashion and quality.” He said, and he was serious about that. He knew that everything in higher society was about image, and that included clothing and jewels. He was one who loved to adorn himself to show his wealth.
“The last one is to only be used to begin our trading. Use it as you see fit, consider it a test. Whether you use it to bring people in to the collective, or you use it to begin building supply connections, that is up to you. Just use it well, I do not like to waste my money.” Hena warned.
He knew that Sutekh and probably most of his family would not agree with that, but to Hena, wine, opium and jewels were not a waste of money. When it came to actually trading, he did not waste money needlessly, and he was rather good at haggling.
“Take them and see that you get to work immediately. I want results. And soon.” He said, leaning back in his chair once more. That was his way of dismissing her, whether she picked up on it or not. He wanted her to prove that she could work hard and smart with the money that she was given. It wasn’t much compared to what his family had, but it would be more than enough to get things started, and it was likely more than she had made recently.
He watched her as she seemed to be mulling things over. He could see the surprise in her expression, hidden there among the other thoughts that lurked behind her eyes. He didn’t think she would turn it down, he was offering her the opportunity of a lifetime. She would be a fool to turn down the chance at such connections and such power for her simple like at a merchant stall. But perhaps she could not handle the pressure or did not wish for more.
“I’d hope you would not give me cause to regret this.” he said, a serious expression on his face as he spoke.
“Because I am not a forgiving man.” He stated, which was true. Hena was volatile, not that she would know that. She saw a little bit of it with Sutekh during the sandstorm, but that had been a mild blow up compared to how he could get. He hoped that she would never giving him cause for her to find that out.
“The sooner the better.” He stated when she asked when she could start.
“Stay here.” He commanded, then stood from his chair and disappeared out of the room. He returned a few minutes later, tossing three pouches of money on the table in front of her before he sat down once more to face her.
“The smaller one is for you. Consider it an advance on your cut of our profits, to ensure you are not starving to death before we get the network started.” He said, then motioned to the medium sized pouch.
“That one is for you to purchase yourself proper clothing and jewellery. You will not represent me looking like a commoner. Ensure what ever you purchase is in fashion and quality.” He said, and he was serious about that. He knew that everything in higher society was about image, and that included clothing and jewels. He was one who loved to adorn himself to show his wealth.
“The last one is to only be used to begin our trading. Use it as you see fit, consider it a test. Whether you use it to bring people in to the collective, or you use it to begin building supply connections, that is up to you. Just use it well, I do not like to waste my money.” Hena warned.
He knew that Sutekh and probably most of his family would not agree with that, but to Hena, wine, opium and jewels were not a waste of money. When it came to actually trading, he did not waste money needlessly, and he was rather good at haggling.
“Take them and see that you get to work immediately. I want results. And soon.” He said, leaning back in his chair once more. That was his way of dismissing her, whether she picked up on it or not. He wanted her to prove that she could work hard and smart with the money that she was given. It wasn’t much compared to what his family had, but it would be more than enough to get things started, and it was likely more than she had made recently.
Akhenaten’s threat was an ominous one, but Callidora did not let it bother her. She was acquainted with the unpredictable tempers of spoiled men, and she was quite the spitfire herself. She had been through so much in the past few months that she was certain there was nothing she couldn’t face now.
But this was all moot. She wouldn’t give the Lord H’Sheifa a reason to be impatient with her. She was confident in herself and her abilities, and she knew she would do him proud. For herself, she could accept nothing less.
When her benefactor left the room, Callidora sagged in her chair. This was all happening so fast and so unexpectedly. While she was entirely elated, she was also conflicted. All along, the plan had been for her and Skylla to make enough money that they could book passage back home. But with this new development…
Dora saw no reason to return to Greece now. With everything she could ever want now at her fingertips, what reason was there? She could return home to… what? Her family was gone, her husband was dead, and all that awaited her in Colchis was more hardship. Where could she hope to find the wealth and prosperity there that would surely be here for the taking? Sure, she could hope for another rich marriage, but what were the chances of that happening again? She was nearing forty and would soon be past her viable child-bearing years. What bachelor could want that in a wife?
For now, she would simply bask in her good fortune and hope she could figure out the situation with Skylla later. Perhaps she could even move the physician into her new home, keep her own secret mistress on the side…
Interrupting her thoughts, Akhenaten returned to the room and threw three bags of coin on the table in front of her. Wide-eyed, she listened to him speak, drawing the bags over to her and fingering the contents within. She hadn’t seen this much coin since… well, since Demetrius still drew breath. An advance on her own earnings, money to purchase new clothing, coin for starting their own contact network… gods, this really was a dream come true.
“Thank you, my lord,” she said as she stood, tying the purses to her belt. She would make quick work of the money he gave her, happy to make use of it in the way he instructed. Dipping into a low bow, she straightened up with a smile. “I will get to work immediately. I’ll be back in say… a week’s time? And I promise, I will not come back empty-handed.”
Thus dismissed, Callidora departed from the room and the saraaya in a daze. In the space of an hour, her life was completely changed, and here she was, simply trying to keep up. Emboldened by her new benefactor and thrilled with the success of the meeting, the Greek woman headed straight for the market to buy her clothing and begin her work in earnest…
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Akhenaten’s threat was an ominous one, but Callidora did not let it bother her. She was acquainted with the unpredictable tempers of spoiled men, and she was quite the spitfire herself. She had been through so much in the past few months that she was certain there was nothing she couldn’t face now.
But this was all moot. She wouldn’t give the Lord H’Sheifa a reason to be impatient with her. She was confident in herself and her abilities, and she knew she would do him proud. For herself, she could accept nothing less.
When her benefactor left the room, Callidora sagged in her chair. This was all happening so fast and so unexpectedly. While she was entirely elated, she was also conflicted. All along, the plan had been for her and Skylla to make enough money that they could book passage back home. But with this new development…
Dora saw no reason to return to Greece now. With everything she could ever want now at her fingertips, what reason was there? She could return home to… what? Her family was gone, her husband was dead, and all that awaited her in Colchis was more hardship. Where could she hope to find the wealth and prosperity there that would surely be here for the taking? Sure, she could hope for another rich marriage, but what were the chances of that happening again? She was nearing forty and would soon be past her viable child-bearing years. What bachelor could want that in a wife?
For now, she would simply bask in her good fortune and hope she could figure out the situation with Skylla later. Perhaps she could even move the physician into her new home, keep her own secret mistress on the side…
Interrupting her thoughts, Akhenaten returned to the room and threw three bags of coin on the table in front of her. Wide-eyed, she listened to him speak, drawing the bags over to her and fingering the contents within. She hadn’t seen this much coin since… well, since Demetrius still drew breath. An advance on her own earnings, money to purchase new clothing, coin for starting their own contact network… gods, this really was a dream come true.
“Thank you, my lord,” she said as she stood, tying the purses to her belt. She would make quick work of the money he gave her, happy to make use of it in the way he instructed. Dipping into a low bow, she straightened up with a smile. “I will get to work immediately. I’ll be back in say… a week’s time? And I promise, I will not come back empty-handed.”
Thus dismissed, Callidora departed from the room and the saraaya in a daze. In the space of an hour, her life was completely changed, and here she was, simply trying to keep up. Emboldened by her new benefactor and thrilled with the success of the meeting, the Greek woman headed straight for the market to buy her clothing and begin her work in earnest…
Akhenaten’s threat was an ominous one, but Callidora did not let it bother her. She was acquainted with the unpredictable tempers of spoiled men, and she was quite the spitfire herself. She had been through so much in the past few months that she was certain there was nothing she couldn’t face now.
But this was all moot. She wouldn’t give the Lord H’Sheifa a reason to be impatient with her. She was confident in herself and her abilities, and she knew she would do him proud. For herself, she could accept nothing less.
When her benefactor left the room, Callidora sagged in her chair. This was all happening so fast and so unexpectedly. While she was entirely elated, she was also conflicted. All along, the plan had been for her and Skylla to make enough money that they could book passage back home. But with this new development…
Dora saw no reason to return to Greece now. With everything she could ever want now at her fingertips, what reason was there? She could return home to… what? Her family was gone, her husband was dead, and all that awaited her in Colchis was more hardship. Where could she hope to find the wealth and prosperity there that would surely be here for the taking? Sure, she could hope for another rich marriage, but what were the chances of that happening again? She was nearing forty and would soon be past her viable child-bearing years. What bachelor could want that in a wife?
For now, she would simply bask in her good fortune and hope she could figure out the situation with Skylla later. Perhaps she could even move the physician into her new home, keep her own secret mistress on the side…
Interrupting her thoughts, Akhenaten returned to the room and threw three bags of coin on the table in front of her. Wide-eyed, she listened to him speak, drawing the bags over to her and fingering the contents within. She hadn’t seen this much coin since… well, since Demetrius still drew breath. An advance on her own earnings, money to purchase new clothing, coin for starting their own contact network… gods, this really was a dream come true.
“Thank you, my lord,” she said as she stood, tying the purses to her belt. She would make quick work of the money he gave her, happy to make use of it in the way he instructed. Dipping into a low bow, she straightened up with a smile. “I will get to work immediately. I’ll be back in say… a week’s time? And I promise, I will not come back empty-handed.”
Thus dismissed, Callidora departed from the room and the saraaya in a daze. In the space of an hour, her life was completely changed, and here she was, simply trying to keep up. Emboldened by her new benefactor and thrilled with the success of the meeting, the Greek woman headed straight for the market to buy her clothing and begin her work in earnest…