I felt good after coming out of the shower, but some aches remained. I would have been able to relieve it if I had used a little more cream, but it is fine.
This ache helps give me a sense that I am really training to get better. I need to be better; I have taken a lot of beating today, and tomorrow, it will be even more.
Click!
After having breakfast, I walked out of my room, and a few seconds later; I opened the door of my office and walked inside, where Margaux and Carla were waiting as always.
Though, today, their mood seemed different, more serious as they stared out of the window.
"Good morning," I said to their serious, worried faces. "Good morning, Master Silver," replied Margaux, while Carla kept looking at the widow. "They are opening today," said Carla a few seconds later.
"Yes, they are, and there is nothing to be worried about. I am confident we will be fine,' I said with the confidence that I am not feeling inside me.
I am also worried. That bastard Norman had spent money like water; spending over two hundred million on renovations, and I have to say, it looked quite amazing. I am feeling quite threatened by it.
"I truly hope so," said Carla as she turned to me. I smiled at her and picked up the file, reading it, a genuine smile couldn't help but appear on my face.
Not because the establishment is earning over three and a half million crowns last night, but because there is another girl who had leveled up, reaching Level 20. Now, I am extremely close to my goal.
When I will get twenty Level 20 girls. I can make some small changes, which will make the establishment shine further.
"Are you doing that today?" asked Carla as I put down the file. Immediately, Margaux turned serious, as she also understood what we were talking about.
"Yes, it is necessary," I replied, with my face turning just as serious.
"It will crush the girls," said Carla, and my expression hardened. "It is business, Carla, and sometimes, you will need to take the hard decisions to make the business grow," I replied and took out the page with the names of girls on it.
I am not liking what I am doing, but I have no other choice. I have to do it; it is best for the business.
It might reduce my earning and crush some girls, but as I had said, it is necessary. Without such decisions, I cannot take my business to the heights I want to take.
"These are the girls. Bring them to me after they woke up," I said. Margaux nodded and took the page. We discussed other things and made some plans, before she left, leaving me and Carla in the office.
The spark lit up in our eyes, but we controlled it. For a month, we have been fucking like bunnies, and only in the past few days, we have gained some semblance of control over our emotions.
"When are we going to bring the new girls?" asked Carla. "Soon," I replied. A month had passed, and all the girls got familiar with the established system. It would be the right time to bring the new girls.
It will take me at least a month to train them, which will make the current girls even better.
I would have left today to bring the new girls, but the new brothel that is opening today had made me wait. I want to see how it affects my establishment before I bring the new girls.
I looked at my competition for a minute more before focusing on the work.
Knock Knock
Two and a half hours passed when a knock rang out on my door; I stopped what I was doing and closed the file before turning to the door.
"Come in," I said, and Margaux walked in, and behind her were six girls, from their late teens to mid-forties.
"Please take a seat girls," I said to them and six of them sat on the couch, with nervous emotions. Looking at their faces, they already have an idea of what I have called them here for.
I had already told all the girls about it, on the first day after the new changes. They will have to improve every aspect of the job, or they will not have the job.
"Do you know why I had called you here?" I asked and a moment later, some of them nodded with some hesitation.
"From today, you will be off the hall. You will have to serve your contract in a different capacity," I said finally. Yes, I am firing them from the job, but they will still have to serve the contract in another capacity.
"Why? Master Silver: we are not the worst earning ones." Asked Wanda in great shock. Even if she had expected it, hearing me say it had still left shock in their heart.
They might not like the job, but they like the money it brought them. Till last night, they were earning a fortune, now they will not.
"I am one of the top ten earners. Why fire me?" asked the blond-haired Marba. She is the one I wanted to fire the most. I had quite a lot of complaints about her and even gave her warnings, but she did not listen.
This woman would rush the patrons to the rooms, exhort them to take diamond runes, and even ask for the gifts openly, but the worse thing she had done was not to keep her mouth shut. She did not keep the things one patron had told her. She had told them to another.
While the secret was harmless, and the patron was not angry, it was totally unacceptable.
She had broken the core rules, and she had to go. I would have fired her, even if she had been a top earner.
"The money you earn is the last thing I look at. I had told you all before. It is not sex that we sell, but the experience; We fulfill the desires of patrons and you girls are most lacking in it." I said to them.
"Is there nothing we can do to get our job back?" asked, middle-aged Hilda, to which I shook my head.
"You all received warnings about what you were lacking and still did not improve." "That gate is now forever close to you," I said, and tears begin to drip from their eyes. I felt bad, but my decision is final.
I am running a business and I want to succeed in it; if they could not work by my standard, they will have to be fired.
"What will we do now?" asked Marba. "You will serve the contracts in other ways; you all have ten days to decide what way you like to serve. If you haven't decided in ten days, I will decide it for you." I said to them.
Some wanted to say something, but seeing my expressions, they closed their mouth and got up to leave.
With them off the job, their living arrangement would also be changed. They will now live on the floor below.
They had reached the door when Lenore stopped suddenly and turned to me. "Master Silver, will it be fine, if I joined the studio?" said Lenore hesitantly, hearing that, a smile couldn't help but appear on my face.
"Sure, you can join as an assistant, and once you gain enough skills. You will be elevated to the full staff member," I replied, and could see the genuine smile appearing on her face, while tears dripped from her eyes.
"Thank you, master silver," she said in a barely audible voice and walked out of the door.
It went better than I had imagined. One time, I remember it. I was firing the people for my client and the person went violet. I had been hit so hard in my stomach that I had needed the trip to the hospital.
Lenore will be a great help to the studio; Eudo, who had been teaching Lenore and the other girls, had high praise for her. I am sure he will have no problem taking her.
"Inform Eudo about Lenore's decision," I said to Margaux. "Ok," she said and left.
I worked for a few more minutes before walking out of my office and going to the guild. While I had said I might not come today, going there would be a wise choice.
If I stayed here, there is will be less work and more staring out of the window at other buildings.
I worked in the guild till four, before coming back. When I reached the establishment; I looked at the brothel opposite mine and it was ready, like a bride on her wedding day, looking amazingly beautiful.
Now, I am feeling even more worried, but the worry is not going to help me. I have to trust my establishment and observe the business and make a change according to it.
Soon, the carriage entered the establishment, and I entered inside with Jill.
"It is going to open in less than an hour," said Carla beside us as we stared at the window. I did not work as I know, it will be fruitless, with my focus everywhere. So, I just did what my heart and mind asked me to do, stare at my competition.
"In forty-one minutes," I said.
It is going to open at five and like all brothels of Norman in the city, the Red Fragrance will be a twenty-four by seven brothel; it will not close for a day or a night.
Time passed, and soon it was five. Right in time, the gates of the Red Fragrance had opened, and within a minute, two carriages enter inside and that was just the starting.