Deathtrap

"Ahh, I expect nothing less from a business owner." Mr. Spencer spoke suddenly.

Now that he was looking at the young lady in a different light, he could not help but admire her and have respect for her.

He could taste the bobs now, plus let's not forget his sudden inspiration.

But Lord knows how he wishes his daughter had some type of substance or purpose-driven in life. But no, all she wanted to do was spend his hard-earned money trying to make a name for herself in the ton.

The same ton who would look down on her if they knew her father was a merchant. A few knew the details of his part ownership of the Stygians.

He preferred it that way, so he truly understood Ms. Thompson's request for privacy.

"Ok, let me check on some availability as I have the perfect idea for a business like yours. You may not even need an entire stall, but just part of one." Mr. Spencer's hand moved as he described.