Two days have passed since the party, and everything seemed to be going well; the Nielson guild especially is doing a wonderful job, and they are fast.
Yesterday, they had spread a cloth over the building, with it blocking the view; those from outside wouldn't be able to see the changes.
Thankfully, they had created a small hole in the cloth through which I could see out of the window.
I was watching through the window when one of the gates opened, and the man who looked to be in his early forties walked inside hesitantly, guided by one of the mercenaries standing at the gate.
I looked out for a few seconds before returning to work, which gave me a slight headache.
There is a pressing issue of finances; I thought nearly a million crowns would be enough to implement the plans I had, but as I looked at the list in front of me, it did not seem to be the case.
Only after coming here did I realize I needed to expand the list of things I needed to do, and the money I had was not enough.
These things are important; I need them before the establishment open.
Click!
I was working on the list when the door opened, and Carla walked inside, sporting her usual faint seductive smile that promised a thousand nights.
"They have arrived," she said; I nodded and followed her out of my office.
As I walked out of the tower, I saw workers everywhere, working on the changes I had asked their guild to make. There were not simple workers but also artisans doing the delicate work; it was mesmerizing to watch them work, and if I had time, I would have watched them for hours.
Soon, we reached the first floor, which had completely transformed; nearly all the rooms had been destroyed, and a huge hall was created.
Currently, no people are working in the hall, but eight people are sitting there; some looked fine, while others looked visibly uncomfortable, which is understandable considering this is not the place where they usually come to work.
"Please sit, all of you," I said to them as they stood up as I appeared.
There are six women and three men; they are all of the various ages, from the early thirties to late seventies. They are all teachers; I had hired for the girls. They all belong to different fields and teach different things that girls will need to work in the establishment.
We had a requirement for thirteen teachers; nine have come. We have found the other four too, but they are not present in Greltheaven; they will come tomorrow from Deerpond.
"Hello, I am Remus Silver," I introduced, "Master silver," some of them said back in nervousness and confidence.
"You all are excellent teachers with good records, and I hope you will teach the girls here without any prejudice at heart," I said as I looked at each and every one of them.
"I don't know about others, but you will not have any problem with me," said a grey-haired old woman, who looked to be in her late sixties but was actually in her eighties; one could live quite long and appeared younger as long as deposit enough points into the vitality or have a specific class.
"I expect nothing less from you, Misses Elme," I said to the older woman. I have paid a good price for this woman, more than any of them; she is above level 25 and has decades of teaching experience, and her reviews are also great; I was quite surprised when I had read her qualification.
People of her level and expertise usually prefer big cities where they get more clients.
I talked to the teachers for a few minutes and helped ease their worries before going back to my office while Carla went to fetch the girls.
Their lessons would begin immediately.
I would have really preferred if the girls had learned from these teachers for at least three months, but I do not have the money or the time; they have four weeks to learn, and after that, the establishment would open, and the performance of it would totally depend on how much the girls able to learn from them.
Soon, I reached my office and continued with the work, which was reviewing the prices from the quotes that different merchants had sent. There are many things I need to buy, and I am comparing the quotes for the best prices, as every penny I save could be used for other things.
The day passed quickly; aside from working till lunchtime, I went out in the city to meet a few people I had made contact with at the party, especially the Harwood; their prices and goods were the best, and I would need to need to close the deal quickly if I want goods delivered in time.
I returned late after the afternoon and watched how the lessons were going before working till dinner and working again for a few hours.
Tomorrow is a little busy; I have to attend another banquet at another merchant's house. So, it would be better if I did a little more work today, as tomorrow evening, I will going to get any time.
It was eleven at night, and Carla sent the group of teachers off before walking back inside the mansion. The teachers are putting the long hours, and that was one of the conditions of the job, and Remus is paying above market rate for their services.
She walked inside the basement toward the girls' quarters; she expected them to be tired and sleeping, considering the number of lessons they had attended; she herself had attended a few and was feeling a little tired.
"Well, it seemed like a day's worth of lessons is nothing for you girls," said Carla as she walked into the small common room, which was filled with chatter.
"We are whores Carla; we don't get tired easily," replied Ina with a smile, but it was no self-deprecating smile that donned her face when she referred to our profession; instead, it was a smile of joy. "Though, it was an exhausting day," she added.
"Then I guess there are no complaints about the teachers?" she asked, and in return, she had got the looks that told her she had not needed to ask that question.
Remus has asked me to ask the question to girls; if they have problems with any of the teachers or do not like their teaching method, they could still be changed.
"Mistress elme had hit me?" said Delia courageously, a sixteen years old girl, "Then you shouldn't have called her old hag Delia," replied Margaux, which shut up the girl and put a smile on the face of the girls.
"Though that old woman is really scary, even I was hit a couple of times by her," said Margaux and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. The bottom is the favorite part of an old woman, leaving one with stinging pain without leaving a mark.
"Some of the lessons are great, but some seemed pretty useless," said Mina, the brunette in her mid-twenties. "I mean etiquette, and seductions seemed pretty useless, especially seduction, which is our forte,"
Hearing her words, a big smile couldn't help but appear on Carla's face; if it had been two days ago, she would have had the same questions, but yesterday she saw the plan. Remus had finally shown her the complete plan, which is audaciously grand; it also made her understand how desperately the girls need to learn those things.
"Those two skills you all will need the most, and I hope you all learn with the utmost diligence," she said seriously before turning to mina.
"The seduction is different from the sex, and I tell you all, it will be extremly important," "Most of you already have skills related to that, try to finesse them with the teacher's help," she added and truly hoped the girls would listen.
"I enjoyed today's lessons very much; there are many things I wanted to learn but never got a chance to until now," said Margaux emotionally.
"Me too," replied Carla with a sigh.
She is quite jealous of the girls; due to her busy schedule, she cannot take many lessons like the girls. So, she is only attending a few that will be necessary for her; Remus has already given the list of things she will need to learn.
She chatted with the girls for a while, and soon, the loud voices became lower and obvious tiredness began to show on their faces; even the tiredness wasn't able to wipe away the brimming happiness in their eyes.
The girls did not need to say it, but she could see how happy they were about the lessons they had received; many of them wanted to learn these things, but they had never got the chance, and now they have got it, she knew each and every one of them will give their all in learning.
"All right, girls, into your bunks now; from tomorrow, your lessons will begin in the early morning and will end at midnight, so get as much rest as you can," she said loudly, and the girls got up from their spot one by one and went toward their room.
Within a minute, everyone left; except for Margaux and her. "Carla, thank Master Silver for this wonderful opportunity," said Margaux softly.
"You can tell him that yourself when you meet him," I said, which brought a small smile to her friend's face.
"I will," said Margaux and walked out of the common room; she watched her friend leave before walking toward her own room.