"Kid, I told ya, I ain't paying ya! I don't need the damn help..!" You tense as the broad man approaches you, fuming. Your arms tighten around the box you've been moving.

You're desperate. You need a job. Without work, you can't eat and have no place to stay.

So you bolt, keeping distance in this small store. You hold on to the box as if it was your lifeline— because it is.

But you trip and fall near the door as it dings open. You land before the tip of a cane followed by long legs in black slacks. Suddenly you hear the cheery cry of Mr. Big,

"Mr. Quinn..! Haven't seen ya in a minute. How’d the investigation into the 'Mysterious Duchess Disappearance' go?"

You watch as the legs disappear from view, his shoes tapping against the floor as he walks away.

You follow it and see the straight back of a tall gentleman. Quinn removes his hat and a few strands of hair fall neatly on his face.

"Sadly, it wasn't much of a 'mysterious disappearance'.. The young madam ran off with a servant, the old duke was flabbergasted." Quinn muses.

"And?" Mr. Big laughs.

"Not an inkling, I left. I'm a detective, not a marriage counselor. Gods, what a waste of time.." Quinn sighs. Fingers adjusting his glasses,

"Thank you kindly for looking after my apartment.”

Mr. Big waves him off, "Nahh. Head’n upstairs—?"

But he catches sight of you moving more boxes. Mr. Big raises a fist and slams it down on the counter, "Hey..!"

Prompting Quinn to raise a brow, "Who's this?"

"Nobody important. Kid's some street urchin. There's no work for ya here..!" Mr. Big slams another fist down, the force causing the shelves on the wall to tremble.

Quinn leans on his cane leisurely, watching as you trip, "Nobody important? Blimey, that's a feat."

..a feat?

Approaching you with his hand out— you flinch. You're afraid. You've been struck too many times but.. he simply helps you up.

“In the 15 years I've been in this field, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before.." Quinn chuckles.

"Looking for work? I've been needing an assistant."