#Overseas Staffing

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Particularly in a dynamic and competitive environment like Pakistan, negotiating the employment market can be difficult. Working with the best recruitment agency in Pakistan can help job seekers hoping to improve their career prospects significantly. A reputable recruitment agency may ease the job hunt process, link you with top companies, and offer insightful career guidance. This is a guide to help you choose the best recruitment agency in Pakistan to boost your career.

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Top Executive Staffing Agency — H.R. International UAE

Executive Staffing Agency: H.R. International UAE Leading the Way

An executive staffing agency plays a crucial role in bridging the gap between top-tier professionals and organizations seeking leadership talent. H.R. International UAE stands out as a premier agency in this domain. This blog delves into the services offered by H.R. International UAE, a top executive staffing agency, and explores their expertise in foreign job consultancy, headhunter agency services, and overseas employment opportunities.

Importance of an Executive Staffing Agency

Executive staffing agencies specialize in placing high-level professionals in key roles within organizations. These agencies possess extensive industry knowledge and maintain vast networks, ensuring they connect the right talent with the right opportunities. For businesses in Dubai and beyond, partnering with an executive staffing agency like H.R. International UAE can be a game-changer.

H.R. International UAE: Leading Executive Staffing Agency

H.R. International UAE excels as an executive staffing agency, offering tailored recruitment solutions that cater to the unique needs of their clients. Their expertise spans various industries, ensuring they provide the best candidates for leadership roles.

Comprehensive Recruitment Solutions

H.R. International UAE offers end-to-end recruitment services, from sourcing candidates to final placement. Their team of experienced recruiters ensures a seamless hiring process.

Tailored Executive Search Services

Their executive search services are customized to meet the specific needs of each client. They understand that each leadership role requires unique skills and attributes.

Foreign Job Consultancy Services

H.R. International UAE also serves as a top foreign job consultancy, providing guidance and opportunities for professionals seeking employment abroad. They have a deep understanding of international job markets.

Extensive Global Network

With a global network, H.R. International UAE connects candidates with job opportunities in various countries, ensuring a perfect match for their skills and aspirations.

Expert Headhunter Agency

As an expert headhunter agency, H.R. International UAE specializes in sourcing and recruiting top talent for executive roles. Their headhunters have a keen eye for identifying the best candidates.

Proactive Talent Sourcing

They proactively seek out top talent, using advanced sourcing techniques to find candidates who might not be actively looking for new opportunities but are a perfect fit for executive roles.

Overseas Employment Agencies

H.R. International UAE is among the leading overseas employment agencies, facilitating job placements in international markets. They provide comprehensive support for candidates seeking employment abroad.

Seamless Relocation Support

Their services include assistance with visa processes, relocation, and acclimation, ensuring a smooth transition for candidates moving to a new country.

Why Choose H.R. International UAE?

Proven Track Record

H.R. International UAE has a proven track record of successfully placing executives in high-impact roles across various industries. Their clients range from startups to multinational corporations.

Industry-Specific Expertise

They have dedicated teams for different sectors, ensuring they understand the specific requirements and challenges of each industry.

Personalized Approach

H.R. International UAE takes a personalized approach to recruitment, ensuring they understand the unique needs of both clients and candidates. This results in better matches and higher satisfaction rates.

Commitment to Quality

Quality is at the core of their operations. They follow rigorous screening and selection processes to ensure only the best candidates are presented to clients.

Conclusion: Partner with H.R. International UAE

In today's competitive job market, finding the right talent for executive roles can be challenging. An executive staffing agency like H.R. International UAE offers the expertise and resources needed to find and place top-tier professionals in leadership positions. Whether you are seeking a foreign job consultancy, a headhunter agency, or overseas employment agencies, H.R. International UAE is your go-to partner for all recruitment needs.

For businesses and professionals alike, partnering with H.R. International UAE can significantly enhance your chances of success. Their personalized service, industry-specific expertise, and commitment to quality make them the ideal choice for executive staffing and international job placements.

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Best Abroad Job Consultancy in Mumbai

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FINEST SOLUTION FOR HEALTHCARE STAFFING SERVICES

Health is the only element of life that we must not overlook under any conditions. Health is the most important part of all our lives. To eat healthily and leave a healthy life we all dream of. When we become ill we all want to be treated with the best care and medicines. The most important part of a health care system is the doctors, nurses, laboratorians, etc. Every hospital needs the most efficient doctors and nurses for the treatment of the people. 

Nowadays it is hard to get experienced Doctors, nurses, and other efficient people needed in the medical. The top healthcare staffing services help to get the best healthcare staffing services. To sit and search for candidates is a very slow and difficult process. It’s better to tie up with the top healthcare staffing companies and to save time. 

Healthcare is a vital industry since it affects people's lives. It necessitates a careful selection of applicants capable of providing high-quality work. With new ailments emerging on a daily basis, more medical offices, hospitals, and healthcare facilities are springing up to meet people's needs. This has resulted in countless job openings in the healthcare sector, including doctors, nurses, specialists, surgeons, compounders, and others. Because recruiting applicants is a time-consuming procedure, hospitals will be unable to focus on their primary mission. Small healthcare organizations cannot afford to do it on their own because it is an expensive endeavor. Healthcare staffing companies are capable of doing professional hiring. These organizations provide numerous advantages. 

A healthcare staffing service saves your time and energy by allowing you to focus on more vital activities while not having to worry about recruitment. Many responsibilities are involved in recruitment, including analyzing resumes, scheduling calls, supervising interviews, grading written assignments, making offers, and conducting background checks. If you engage an agency, all of these activities will be completed without your input. There's no need to worry about wasting your money on a lousy candidate because the specialists will only hire the finest. For the successful execution of your business duties, you must have qualified people on your team. The professionals ensure that you receive qualified candidates and that your money is not squandered.

The candidates' quality is never jeopardized by the healthcare staffing services. With their clientele from all over the world, they have connections and maintain worldwide networks. Clients can quickly find competent and specialty candidates. They make the choosing process simple for both clients and employees. A reputable company like yours may receive hundreds of resumes, and the candidates may not meet your expectations. On the other hand, the healthcare staffing services stand by the employees and clients, assisting them in attaining their goals. 

To treat illness, the health industry requires experience, skills, practice, and a high level of consciousness. The recruitment agencies use a variety of skill assessments to sort the deserving candidates. The healthcare staffing companies have a team of professionals who work around the clock to create various test materials to assess candidates so that they can select the best for you. The recruiting agencies have people with full-fledged medical degrees as one of the leading recruiting organizations. Not only that, but they have a lot of long-term experience assisting people. In an era when recruiting organizations are just providing false hope with false promises, there are prominent few healthcare staffing services that continue to seek candidates and meet the demands of the world's top healthcare sectors.

India has consistently proven to be the greatest in the world when it comes to producing medicines and vaccines. This is because India has a strong foundation in medicine that dates back centuries. Our skill is to read, write, and practice, and then to treat individuals with extensive medical knowledge and experience so that their therapy is successful.

They even manage the accommodation, visa processing, basic training, deployment, and other aspects of the communication gap between the company and the employee. The healthcare staffing companies have an excellent working relationship with them. The agencies have access to vast databases with millions of candidate profiles that may be used to fill any post. This database is used to quickly find and hire individuals. The recruitment professionals analyze your project requirements and come up with custom-made solutions that will help you achieve your goals. We have solutions for businesses of all sizes, whether they are huge, mid-sized, or tiny. Depending on your demands, they can provide long-term, short-term, or contractual personnel. They also know how to place qualified, unskilled, and semi-skilled applicants in a variety of roles. The healthcare staffing companies have the best recruitment professionals with decades of industry experts as one of the top healthcare staffing companies. They have many years of experience in the recruitment sector. Throughout the recruitment process, you will have access to a whole team of master recruiters. 

 The staffing agencies have an expert in hiring Doctors, Nurses, Junior Doctors, Physiotherapists, Psychologists, etc. The agencies made a name for themselves as a top national and international recruitment firm. This is seen in the large client base and their testimonies. The medical and healthcare services are both cost-effective and outcome-oriented. these agencies have a track record of completing projects on time. The services you want for your sector might be customized by the client.  The services are available throughout the world, with a focus on Qatar, the United Arab Emirates, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, and Oman in the Middle East; Singapore, Brunei, Malaysia, the Maldives, and China in the Far East; and the United Kingdom, Germany, Poland, Romania, and Serbia in Europe. For saving time and getting efficient candidates the tie-up is a must with the top healthcare staffing companies.

[sundus99recruit]

Sundus has successfully delivered a complete end to end project to hire Retail Sales Executives from Egypt for a large telecom company in the UAE. The scope included prescreening a large pool of candidates, onsite assessments and presenting the best talent to the Panelists in Cairo, mobilizing the selected candidates observing the covid related protocols, housing them in UAE post mobilization. Egypt has a good talent pool of Bilingual resources across multiple sectors. Sundus can deliver global mobility solutions as a turnkey project for resource requirement across multiple sectors.  

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[rosiesmuts]

Not Quite Freest Use

Somi

Words: 3,500

A/N: While I still work on ‘Freest Use,’ these IG pics sent me into overdrive

Life works in mysterious ways. While posing as one of Rosé's employees, your reputation as being a diligent worker spread throughout YG and are considered a valued asset. BLACKPINK is overseas for their world tour, and because of that, the company was short staffed for events. You never had any intent on being an employee of YG, but an all expense paid trip to Japan as well as being rewarded generously was too good to refuse.

Somi was chosen as the host for MAMA in Japan and needed a bilingual bodyguard to help keep her safe. Everything is kept professional, Somi expertly entertaining the crowd, her God given natural charisma made her born to be an idol.

The event is over and despite hosting for three hours, her energy levels are as high as ever. There is an innate charm she holds, being able to make you feel like her lifelong friend despite meeting her yesterday. 

One check around her dressing room to ensure there are no hidden cameras or people hiding is all that's left to do before giving her some privacy.

While doing your sweep, all the self control in the world to keep this professional isn't enough to keep your eyes to yourself. The absolute marvel of how the dress hugged every one of her curves is even more tempting up close. Though mostly covered up, her long legs and wide hips could never be hidden. The upper half of her dress is the true highlight; from behind, her sexy back open to the world, and especially from the front, her otherworldly cleavage just a light yank from being set free.

After the room has been cleared, you step toward the door and just as you're about to exit.

"Not so fast." She interrupts you just as you turn the doorknob. 

A million thoughts run through your mind, perhaps this would turn out in the same way as it did with BLACKPINK. Her loud laugh breaks the tension, as if she could sense the lewd thoughts going on in your head. Her phone is now in your hand and she is striking poses with the different backgrounds.

“I need to take some SNS before I change.” Your practice in taking photos for Rosé and Jennie pays off, taking snap after snap with each photo ending up better than the last. Those same lewd thoughts re enter your mind when she tells you get a close up shot of her cleavage–your face becomes flushed and light beads of sweat gather around your forehead.

“What’s wrong? You’ve never seen tits before?” Somi laughs while gently caressing your face. “I know you’ve been sneaking glances at me, and don’t think you were hired for this event by mistake. Lisa told me all about you and recommended your…services”

You're pushed down onto the couch and Somi is standing over you, all the power is now in her hands. A simple zipper to the side of her dress is all it takes for the silken material to fall to the ground–she’s left standing there in a strapless bra that barely contains her and lace panties. 

“Sit on your hands. No touching until I say so.” She retrieves her phone from your hands then starts to play some music. “No more photos of what we're about to do.” 

Your body tenses up a bit, the floral undertones of her perfume are smelt immediately the moment she straddles your lap. You always thought Somi was beautiful, but being up close and center only magnifies how striking her features are. 

“Just sit back and relax.” Words that are easier said than done. Her hips gyrate against your crotch in rhythm to the music and your face is so close to the wondrous cleavage that has captivated you all night that you can nearly taste it. You would love nothing more than to feel up every inch of her sinful body, but her instructions to sit on your hands has you paralyzed.  

She leans forward, grabbing the back of the couch with her hands, and plants her cleavage deep into your face, slowly moving them up and down, the friction causes her bra to get lower and lower, until your face is finally flesh on flesh with her two massive mounds. 

Leaning back to give you some time to catch your breath also gives you the opportunity to bask in the visual pleasure of her bare chest for the first time. “Well what do you think?” she asks in a sultry tone.

It would be hard to even imagine more perfectly shaped breasts. Each one round and full, yet not showing even the slightest hint of sag, perfectly as perky as her personality. The nipples and areola are large, but almost invisible–blended in with the rest of her skin and surrounded by a network of blue veins just visible beneath her pale skin.

“They’re amazing, I know.” Somi has now adorned an ever bratty smile. She knows how hot she is, using both hands to cup her own breasts, dropping them to show off how jiggly they are. The growing bulge happening between your legs doesn’t go unnoticed, Somi shifting her hips until your bulge is sandwiched in between her two pillowy thighs.

She doubles down, leaning forward once again, engulfing your entire face in her bountiful bosom. After what feels like an eternity, Somi finally gives you those magic words. “Taste them.” Like a rabid animal finally off their leash, slobbering up one of her giant breasts, trying to fit as much as you could into your mouth. A sweet moan leaves Somi’s lips, her hands holding the back of your head, keeping your lips sealed around her tit. Rules be damned at this point, you free your hands and use them to fondle the entirety of her sinful body until your left hand massages the unattended breast. 

Her big tits are definitely the centerpiece that draws in all attention, but you still had your wits about you to make sure that foreplay was not forgotten. Light nibbling against her creamy neck and protruding collarbones do just as well to elicit sweet moans from Somi. Your hands move down, grabbing two handfuls of hot idol ass, lifting her up ever so slightly to put her tits directly in the path of your awaiting lips. 

This time, with purpose, you seize one of her ghost nipples in between your lips, using your tongue to feel every bump and texture of her delicious nub. Somi gasps and leaves soundless moans, running her hands through your hair as you continue to devour the bountiful feast left in front of you. Your hands move on from her ass, making its first stop at her smooth silky thighs, then traveling up across her tight abs, before reaching their final resting place–making sure to cup and grope each of her giant tits while your mouth alternates between the two. After some time, each of her wondrous mounds are now covered in your saliva, and if left to your own devices, you could’ve spent the rest of the night just nestled into her chest. 

The growing bulge in your pants, and the growing wet spot appearing on her lace panties is signs that things need to move onto the next step. Somi pushes her arms, her once perfect porcelain skin is now marred with marks from your suction. She looks down at your work, and makes circular motions of her tits with her hands, rubbing your saliva into her skin.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, but we’re just getting started.” She stands up off your lap and you're able to see her perfectly shaped body in all its glory. Impossibly long legs attached to wide hips was only the gateway to the most lecherous part: slim tight abs laid underneath her most defining feature, which you’ve spent the last ten minutes worshiping. While her bubbly and carefree personality made her born to be an idol, her lustful body full of curves makes you think she was designed by the Gods with the sole intention of being fucked. She lowers her panties which reveal her cleanly shaven glistening pink slit, then leans down to whisper into your ear. 

“Just so you know, before Jennie met you, she and I were competing for biggest whore in all of kpop. Hell, on my last birthday, I let ten guys free use my holes however they wanted.”

Somi makes quick work of your pants, easily sliding them off as she makes her way to the ground. Her delicate fingers wrap around your hard cock slowly pumping up and down. Her tongue joins in on the action, lightly licking underneath your head while continually stroking your cock with her soft hand. 

“This may sound like a surprise, but I love the feeling of a big cock filling my mouth. And yours definitely qualifies.”

The final phrase before your head leans back into the sofa. Somi gives a smile and parts her long blonde hair behind her ears before beginning. Grabbing the base of your cock, she slowly lathers your head with your precum, then slightly puckers her lips and places them on your head–followed up with light kisses and suction against your head. 

That brief sense of buildup is quickly washed away when Somi parts her lips and takes no time on taking the entirety of your length into the back of her throat. There is an initial resistance, but she easily adjusts her throat and continues to slide more and more of you down until her nose meets your crotch. After keeping her head down for a few seconds, she continues to bob her head, each time taking your whole length into her throat. Her full array of techniques are on full display, showing the expertise in her blowjob skills, making sure to keep the pace as painstakingly slow as possible–using her tongue to flick across every surface of your cock on the way up to maximize the amount of pleasure delivered.

It truly shocks you at how gifted she is in sucking cock, but perhaps you shouldn’t be surprised given what she had told you about being the biggest whore in all of kpop. You had previously thought that Jennie’s throat was molded to fit your cock, but Somi was giving her a run for her money. She takes pauses from deepthroating to look up at you and smile while worshiping your cock with pets and kisses. 

Your hands struggle to find a place to rest themselves, wanting to place them on the back of her head, but any direction you could give her wouldn’t live up to her skill. You’re slowly losing your mind in the grasps of the picture perfect idol–the mind blowing pleasure of her blowjob changing by the second, the strength of her suction varying from strong to weak, the speed on which she bobs her head switching from meticulously slow and dangerously fast. 

A loud groan escapes your lips, you’ve been fighting back your own eruption, but her final words tell you that you’ve been wasting your efforts. “Mmmm,” she said oh-so-sweetly. Drool has accumulated all across her chin, dripping down onto her chest.  “You’re making my mouth water.” She pauses in mock-afterthought, “Oh, don’t you just want to cum in my mouth?”

All bets are off, she lightly strokes both of your thighs with her soft hands, bobbing up and down as fast as she can against your shaft. The gagging and choking noises only help to amplify the experience, knowing how needy she is for your cum and how nothing will stop her. Your hands involuntarily find themselves on the back of her head, holding her down for as long as your cock erupts with an ocean of white-hot cum into her mouth.  She moans loudly and begins swallowing, practically slurping the cum from your cock. You release your hold against her head and she pops up, letting a few drops dribble down her to her chest. She fondles her own tits, making them shine against the bright lights with your cum lubricating the giant mounds.

While trying to catch your breath, you find yourself staring at Somi, trying to gauge if she wants to continue. She beats you to the punch and before you can even speak, she offers up her previous menu. “It’s only fair that I give you the same options as I did when I was free use. What will it be? You’ve already used up my mouth, so ass or pussy?” 

The time to be subordinate is over. “Here’s what I’m going to do,” you whisper, pulling her in closer until she is pressed up against your body, “First, I’m going to finger fuck that tight little pussy of yours, get it good and soaking wet. Then, I’m going to eat that delicious pussy of yours, suck your little clit into my mouth and torture it with my tongue.”

“I have a better idea,” she gives you in a clearly bratty tone, “why don’t you just fuck the shit out of me and be done with it. I don’t want to leave this room being able to walk on my own.”

A quick flip of positions, and now Somi is laying on the couch, the long way to get into a comfortable position. She uses one hand to spread her lips apart and the other to grab hold of your cock.

“Looks like the rumors are true. Still hard as ever eh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as her inner Canadian slips out. Finally in position, you put just the head against her wet lips. Slowly you start to insert your cock into her radiating wet core. Her hips thrust forward and upward, but you anticipate her neediness and pull back. You couldn’t help but tease her a little just to get her back for the nightlong events. Again you move forward and the head of your cock barely makes it past her waiting lips before you pull back once again. 

Tethering past the point of her patience, she wraps her legs around your back and pulls you in herself–in one smooth and rapid motion, she impales herself with your throbbing cock. In spite of her wetness, the fit and warmth are incredible and almost unbelievable. A velvet glove is the first thing to come to mind, only this “glove” was about two sizes too small. Despite the claim of being the biggest whore in kpop she is still irrationally tight. She was like a wild woman, even while laying down in missionary, she’s bucking around on your cock as if she were in a race. If it weren’t for already unloading in her mouth, there would be a serious danger of hanging on any longer. 

Not one to give up all sense of control, you place both hands on her hips and thrust into her with precision. Her fluttering eyes and the mixture of screams in both Korean and English gives you every indication that she's riding close to the edge.

Just then she lets out another long and low scream and you feel her pussy contract again and again, trying to milk you like a small suction pump. Her entire body turns into a light shade of pink, her orgasming face turns you on even more. Grabbing two handfuls of otherworldly breasts, you continue to pummel her through every second of her orgasm. Her sensitivity riding on the maximum settings, her hips buck into the air as she's brought to bliss once more. 

Unsatisfied with only making her cum twice, and knowing that you would go through life regretting not tasting her sweet nectar at least once, your lips attach onto her clit while two fingers furiously curl trying to find her gspot. A rhythmic pace and constant flicking of her hardened nub with your tongue do quick work on the mewling beauty. Her hands struggle to find something to grab on to, and she screams louder than she ever has and lets out a violent amount of squirt.

She lays back down on the sofa, struggling to catch her breath after three eye watering orgasms. The amount of endorphins that have flooded her brain makes it hard for her to think before she finally whispers out. 

"What the fuck was that? I've never done that before?"

"You don't mean to tell me that kpop's biggest whore has never squirted before, do you?"

Somi's energy is completely spent, she lightly strokes your cock while you continue to fondle her giant tits. She may be completely drained, but you were still raring to go. Unfortunately for her, the decision to let you cum from the blowjob has your stamina at an all time high. You take a seated position and grab her by the waist and place her on your lap. No longer restricted by the pesky pants blocking the way, you easily glide into her well-used hole. Finding yourself in the same position as earlier in the night, this time only doubly pleasurable with you buried deep inside Somi.

“Ride me Somi.” She lets out an exasperated sigh, but complies to your words, lightly bouncing up and down with both her arms around your neck. Her tits seem to defy gravity as even while she rides you, her perky mounds only slightly jiggle with her movement. While fucking her missionary was first-rate, what this feels like is on a completely different level. Your hands continue to roam her body, while the increased slickness from her recent orgasms feel even greater against your cock. You sloppily slurp on each of her nipples, the sounds of sex fill up the dressing room every time her body slams into yours. 

The pleasure of being fucked overtakes any sense of fatigue Somi has, and she begins to quicken her pace. “Feel so fucking good” she whispers out, almost as if she’s talking to herself. She switches from low sexy groans and high pitched squeals, clearly enjoying herself and pleased with her decision to have you be her staff. Her eyes start to close and she has already dug her nails deep into your back–sharp enough to leave two claw marks strewn across. Her chest gets mashed into your when you pull her in tight, catching a whiff of her musky hair as it lays all across your face. Her cunt was now swallowing you whole, but somehow squeezing you even tighter with each passing moment. This time her pulsating walls as another orgasm built within her is enough to suck you in with her. 

“Somi - you’re gonna make me…”

“Good! Cum for me”

Already past the point of no return, she slams her body into yours at an even faster rate. Knowing that there’s no turning back now, you succumb to the temptation of flesh and let yourself go. The combination of her chest pressed up against yours and her suffocatingly tight walls are too much to overcome, especially considering how long BLACKPINK has been away on tour. One final bounce and a squeeze of her silky walls is enough to make you unload completely inside of her. 

Wave after wave of thick seed is swallowed up by Somi’s cunt, and it doesn't help that her walls keep expanding and contracting with every shot. She plants a surprisingly tender kiss on your forehead.

“Mmm I feel so full. Let’s see how much you came.” She slowly begins to raise her body up,  every drop of sticky liquid that comes flooding out of her landing on your crotch. She uses two finger to gather up as much of this sex fused concoction and brings it up to her mouth, making a show out of it to watch her drink your cum. Back kneeling between your legs, she carefully licks up each drop that she may have missed with her fingers, then lightly sucks your cock completely clean.

“I taste fucking amazing.” Somi proclaims in her ever familiar bratty tone. “I can’t believe they didn’t bring you on tour with them, if they’re not careful I might claim you for myself…” 

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Here is some hot tea...As always take with a grain of salt. by u/Meegainnyc

Here is some hot tea...As always take with a grain of salt.

I made it text for ease of reading and thanks OP for the scoop! 🧂

THE VIEW FROM THE U.K. I count two Royal reporters as friends. The private view in the U.K. is this:

1. ⁠The Palaces (that is, the institutional faces of the Royal Family) are content that the facts surrounding the Markles slowly but surely come into the public domain with as little "push" as possible from the Palaces. A slow revelation of the facts is considered more powerful and comprehensively final that big leaks which the Markles can counter

2. ⁠The Press in the U.K. is staffed by anti-Monarchists who receive their story feeds from the Markles and play them off against the formal releases to the Royal Rota in the U.K. and elsewher

3. ⁠Archie certainly exists - or, at the very least, a child represented to the Late Queen and Duke of Edinburgh as Archie.

4. ⁠The Late Queen never visited Frogmore Cottage in 2022 and never met any child represented as the daughter of the Markles. She said as too I'll to make such a journey. There is no diary evidence of any meeting whatsoever

5. ⁠The Palaces and the Royal Family collectively are determined never to meet or be in the same place as the Markle woman

6. ⁠The Markle woman's husband is very subtly discouraged from setting foot on any Royal property until he is rid of his for-now wife

7. ⁠The REAL crisis for the Markle woman's husband is a looming tax crunch. By 6 April 2026 he will be non-resident for U.K. tax purposes to the extent that he can return to the U.K. and not pay tax on his American earnings here in the U.K. Alas, he will run out of money before then and the only way he will get any more is if he takes up residence (tax residence) here in the U.K. in order to receive his bequests from Diana/Queen Mother. They CANNIT be paid to an overseas tax resident. Thank you so much this insight. This couple are in a pickle aren't they? Here in the US, in focus is the dodgy business Archewell and it's misappropriating funds & Tax, as well as the other stuff that I have talked about with the US government, if people have been paying attention. There is a reason why the visa info is on hold, but I won't get into right now aside from saying that it is not good, if it turns out to be true. We will have news soon and it most likely be broken by an independent Journalist, international news, and or YouTuber as MSM outlets here in the US will not cover it to avoid diplomacy issues with the UK, and drawing attention of Russia & China for use in foreign propaganda. It's safe to say there are crisis on both sides of the pond looming. These two have made a mess and no doubt Meghan will throw Harry under the bus to save herself when the time comes. James Holt is a fool for taking the liability for Archewell finances as it is only a matter of time before he is called into question.

https://ift.tt/Ud5VeOu post link: https://ift.tt/slMr4Py author: Meegainnyc submitted: May 30, 2024 at 02:05PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[scotianostra]

Elsie Inglis, Scottish National Portrait Gallery.

Elsie was a pioneer in Woman's medicine and among the first females to become a physician in the UK, after studying at the University of Edinburgh.

During the First World War, Elsie organised hospital units staffed by women for overseas service – the Scottish Women’s Hospitals for Foreign Service. She led one of these hospitals in Serbia, where she was the first woman to receive the Order of the White Eagle, the highest Serbian honour for heroism.

Elsie Inglis was also actively involved in the campaign for women's votes.

The bust, gifted to the National Galleries of Scotland by the people of Serbia was made the year after her death, showing the high regard the people there held her in.

[tomorrowusa]

Trump White House staffers were apparently big pill poppers. And we're not talking about generic ibuprofen or Vitamin C.

The White House has its own pharmacy. It's run by the military because the president happens to be commander-in-chief of the armed forces. But during the Trump administration things went awry – as you might expect.

For years, the White House Medical Unit, run by the White House Military Office, provided the full scope of pharmaceutical services to senior officials and staff—it stored, inventoried, prescribed, dispensed, and disposed of prescription medications, including opioids and sleep medications. However, it was not staffed by a licensed pharmacist or pharmacy support staff, nor was it credentialed by any outside agency. The operations of this pseudo-pharmacy went as well as one might expect, according to the DoD OIG's alarming investigation report. The investigation was prompted by complaints in May 2018 alleging that an unnamed "senior military medical officer" was engaged in "improper medical practices." [ ... ] Provigil is a drug that treats excessive tiredness and is typically used for patients with narcolepsy, sleep apnea, and other sleep disorders. Brand-name Provigil is 55 times more expensive than the generic equivalent. Between 2017 and 2019, the White House pharmacy spent an estimated $98,000 for Provigil. In that same timeframe, it also spent an estimated $46,500 for Ambien, a prescription sedative, which is 174 times more expensive than the generic equivalent. Even further, the White House Medical Unit spent an additional $100,000 above generic drug cost by having Walter Reed National Military Medical Center fill brand-name prescriptions.

While they were plotting to repeal Obamacare for millions of Americans, Trump staffers were getting brand name stimulants and sedatives cheap and sticking US taxpayers with the bill.

They were handing out baggies of drugs to staffers going on trips overseas.

The staffer told OIG investigators that ahead of overseas trips, the staff would prepare packets of controlled medications to be handed out to White House staff. "And those would typically be Ambien or Provigil and typically both, right. So we would normally make these packets of Ambien and Provigil, and a lot of times they’d be in like five tablets in a zip‑lock bag. And so traditionally, too, we would hand these out. ... But a lot of times the senior staff would come by or their staff representatives... would come by the residence clinic to pick it up. And it was very much a, 'hey, I’m here to pick this up for Ms. X.' And the expectation was we just go ahead and pass it out."

Trump wanted to send the US military into Mexico to go after drug kingpins. But he was running his own out of control drug dispensing operation financed by tax money.

The Department of Defense Inspector General's report detailed how Schedule II drugs were poorly inventoried and monitored. (emphasis added)

The Code of Federal Regulations requires that registered pharmacies maintain inventories and records of Schedule II controlled substances separately from all other pharmacy records.16 In our site visit to the EEOB Clinic, we concluded that the clinic maintained the controlled substance inventory records in a binder on hand‑written paper logs, stored in the EEOB clinic’s medication dispensing area. The inventory records showed that White House Medical Unit stocked four different types of Schedule II opioid pain medications (fentanyl, hydrocodone, morphine, and oxycodone), as well as medications from Schedules III through V, such as stimulants and sedatives. However, White House Medical Unit kept the records for its Schedule II medications in the EEOB’s inventory binder together with records for all other controlled medications and not maintained separately as required by the CFR.

So the Trump White House pharmacy also included opioids which were not properly kept track of. The Trump drug mill was a microcosm for his administration as a whole.

[skateintoawall]

Hotel gone wrong, please! What shenanigans are going on in this hotel??

@whathorselegs

“There’s a man tied up in the shower. They’re sitting on the bed. For once, it’s quiet.

Why the fuck did Mori make them share a hotel room?

…

After Verlaine, international ties have become strained for the Port Mafia. Losing so many people in the battle not only has them lacking in terms of influence and control; it also has them short staffed.

They stand outside of Mori’s office.

“You!” Dazai points his finger in Chuuya’s face.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Chuuya growls, pointing back.

The doors open. Quickly, they shuffle into the room. Mori looks amused.

“You’d think that after all this time you two would have learned to like each other.” He smiles.

They say nothing.

Mori sighs. “Well, in any case, I’ve got a job for you.”

Six days overseas. A member of one of the most recent gangs that have tried to disrupt their fragile network has fled to another country.

He goes by Mushroom Man.”

—

I don’t have much for this one, but basically Mori made Dazai and Chuuya share a hotel room to save money on a mission, and everything goes to shit. I wrote this because I was staying at a hotel recently and thought, huh. I can use this somehow.

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Morganatic Idol Prologue: Chapter 9

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Rina: Did you pick that memo up, Sakura-san?

Sakura: Yeah. I was reminded of it when I saw you at Aegis.

Jace: Oh, I remember now. You’re that girl standing in front of the streetside digital screen back then. No wonder you looked familiar.

Finn: What’s the deal about that memo?

Sakura: It was written on the memo that exe Creed is ‘robotic’, ‘lifeless’, and ‘something crucial is needed for change’.

Ivy: It’s the same as what was said during the presentation… 

Hugh: … That’s demeaning.

Nagi: Not a single word of praise, huh.

Miu: AHAHA! That’s so cruel~

Hitaki: Robotic, hm. It’s interesting that this is your evaluation of exe Creed.

Rina: I- I’m sorry…

Sakura: It’s fine, I don’t want you to apologise. Because… I agree with what’s written in the memo.

Rina: What?

Sakura: I think that the impression of exe Creed you talked about in your presentation was very on point.

Sakura: They are indeed perfect, and human beings can never be perfect. Somewhere in between, human emotions may cause a few imperfections.

Sakura: Those imperfections will surprise the audience and make an impact.

Sakura: exe Creed lacks ‘humanity’, the most crucial element in creating that sort of energy.

Sakura: As their producer, I’ve been thinking of doing something about that.

Sakura: For the sake of making exe Creed the top idols. The key to achieving that is… you.

Rina: Why me? 

Sakura: Because you’re able to see their true nature.

Sakura: Mori-san who presented first only looked at exe Creed on the surface level.

Sakura: Everyone’s the same. They’re all captivated and enchanted by the sparkling gemstones. … You’re different.

Sakura: While other girls were fangirling over the images shown on the digital screens along the streets, you were the only one scrutinising them. 

Sakura: There has never been a girl like you. You could be the “perfume” that can turn these gemstones into people. 

Sakura: I’m thinking that… you interacting with exe Creed might bring about a change in them. 

Sakura: That’s why I want you to spend time with them, and at the same time convince them that your plan is feasible.

Sakura: Look, it’s a win-win! 

Rina: T-that’s too extreme! 

Ivy: Aren’t you going too far, Eito? You’re putting her in a tight spot. 

Jace: I’m not open to change. 

Finn: You must be kidding. Having to hear someone’s presentation round the clock is going to be so annoying. 

Hugh: I don’t like having complicated conversations… 

Xeno: I’m busy enough as is, I don’t need someone sticking around all the time. 

(I agree that it’s unreasonable, but being left utterly helpless like this is kind of…) 

Sakura: So you guys will be okay with her staying if she’s useful, and not only for the sake of pitching her plan? 

Sakura: Then let’s do it this way. We’ll have her work at the company’s office as a temporary assistant. 

Sakura: On top of that, she can also help out with housekeeping duties here at the condominium. We happen to be short on staff for that anyway. 

Xeno: What are you suggesting!? 

Finn: You’re going to let her work in our home? 

Jace: Seriously?

Paying no mind to the members’ protests, Sakura-san continued. 

Sakura: This condominium is owned by our company; exe Creed and Gem Cuddle live here together. 

They usually would hire a few housekeepers to handle the household chores, but they were short-staffed at the moment.

Ivy: We only just came back to Japan recently after a world tour, and we kept housekeeping to a minimum during the time we were abroad. 

Hitaki: Gem Cuddle was also overseas for recording. 

Rina: I- I see.

(They make it sound simple, but the scale is a whole different level…)

Sakura: We’re working on hiring more staff, but it’s not easy to hire people fast. Especially when this apartment has stricter regulations compared to other apartment complexes. 

Sakura: It’ll take us at least a month to hire people for permanent roles. So in the meantime, I hope you’ll lend us a hand. 

Sakura: The deadline for you to submit your proposal is in a month, right? The timing is just right, then. 

Jade: Easy for you to say. Won't the workload be too much for her, considering that she has to juggle both housekeeping duties and office work? 

Xeno: In the first place, this amateur won’t be able to handle it. 

Rina: I think so too. Besides, I have to go to work at the advertising company on weekdays… 

Sakura: Oh, right. Then you can take it easy on weekdays, and work harder on weekends to make up for it. 

Rina: I- Is it really going to be alright for me to take the job that lightly? 

Sakura: It’ll be alright. We have other housekeepers around. 

Sakura: Moreover, everyone usually only comes back here to sleep, so there aren’t many household chores to do anyway. 

Finn: Hey, hey, be appropriate… 

Sakura: I want you to mainly focus on the work at the office, so think of this as making a foothold. 

The sudden turn of events left me puzzled. To be honest, I felt uneasy. 

While I had no issues with doing household chores on an ordinary level, I had no experience with being a housekeeper. 

There was also the request for me to help out at the office. I had no idea what my job scope was supposed to be… 

(But this is a rare opportunity that would most likely never come again…) 

Due to my failed presentation, my reputation in my company took a huge blow. 

I knew that if I didn't redeem myself, my dreams would be shattered. 

(The only way for me to turn my situation around is to be brave and take the leap…!) 

Rina: I understand… please hire me! 

[nichirinpen]

Flame in his Heart

Rengoku x Reader

Part 3 (Part 2 here  AO3)

Synopsis- An arranged marriage, a horrible father-in-law and a husband who seemed content ignoring you. Can you weather the larger storm brewing? Will Kyojuro ever open up to you?

Content Warnings: AFAB reader descriptions, slow burn, mentions of alcoholism (not the reader), strangers to friends to lovers,  dark themes, mention of suicidal thoughts

~Minors DNI~

One week. 

In just one week, it would be your 1 year anniversary of being married. The thought sickened you. Not because of your husband, Kyojuro no longer caused you stress. Just a month ago yes, that might’ve been the case. But no, the sick feeling that twisted through your chest was because of your father-in-law. Shinjuro had insisted on a celebration, the man leaving no room for argument. And so, an event was being planned and you knew with it he was planning something to humiliate you. The pending date hung over you, like a cloud of mold. Your mind was constantly plagued by thoughts of what Shinjuro might do. No physical harm would befall you of course. But there were so many ways he could publicly humiliate you, too many to count. The drunk hadn’t let anything slip. No, in fact he hadn’t spoken to you nor visited since Kyojuro had punched him. All communication had been through various butlers, the staff scurrying from one manor to the other. It was the most annoying game of whisper down the alley.

Normally you would have been thrilled with the lack of communication. But this scared you. Your father in-law was up to something and you had no idea what. You almost wished to face the drunken yelling, that at least was predictable. This event however was sneaky, a snake lying in waiting.

Shinjuro had sent, of course, an event planner to the estate. You had been shocked when your newest butler had advised you of her arrival. The party was still a week away and yet, the entire house needed to be ready immediately. The thin woman had been flitting about for hours, humming over this and that. 

You had been trailing behind her, room to room, listening tiredly as she huffed over decorations, space, etc. She barked orders at both you and your staff in a terse tone. You hated it. Her sharp words grated against your eardrums, the stiff down turn of her lips infuriating. This would be the first event held at your home, the staff you had just been growing accustomed to had been fired, again. None of the faces around you were familiar. According to Shinjuro the estate needed “Properly Trained” staffing for the event.

You knew it meant he wanted people he knew without a shadow of a doubt would report back to him on the goings on in his son’s estate. No matter where you were in the house, even your bedroom, a member of staff was always nearby, watching. They lurked like shadows, scurrying away when you caught a glimpse of them. You began to detest them, each new face another threat to your peace and quiet.

But there wasn’t anything for them to report. At least not currently.

Your husband had been sent on an overseas business trip the day after the fiasco that had occurred. It was a punishment, the both of you knew it. Kyojuro assured you that you would be fine, that should anything occur, Genya could be relied upon. 

He had left the next morning without even a glance at you, per usual. It made your heart ache for once, fear of being alone and dealing with incoming retribution making your stomach drop. And now despite the nice bath, the words shared that night, you were a sea apart. There was no growing closer, no strategizing about how to deal with his father. Kyojuro had advised not to send texts or emails that were out of the norm, advising that his father could and would read everything. It sickened you to be watched so closely.

“Mrs. Rengoku, if I may, I think the pale green curtains you have and magenta streamers may clash.” 

You stared at the event planner from your seat in the library. She stood rigidly, graying hair swept into a tight bun, her blue clipboard clenched tightly against her chest. You wondered how she had known to find you here, but figured it was the staff. After being shushed rather rudely, you had decided to depart and let the bird-like woman push the staff around. She hadn’t noticed or hadn't cared, allowing you to slip away to gain some space from the bustle of activity. The house was teeming with staff and the event set up. All of it out of your control, you were merely a fancy decoration along with the rest of the house. 

“Well.” You paused, closing your book as you scrambled to recall her name, “Ms. Gloria, I don’t recall choosing a color theme.”

You waited, knowing full well that you hadn’t. The color palette of the home, grays and pale greens, was not of your choosing. The similar colors of your wardrobe, also not of your choosing. Picking how things went was not a privilege you had in this life. That was for Shinjuro to decide. 

The pause was long and you could see the other woman’s face twisting in distaste. She did not like your comment, it seemed. What had Shinjuro told her about you?

“Well I'm just going off the palette chosen by Mr. Rengoku.” Her tone was clipped, eyes narrowed as she looked at you. The Mr. Rengoku in question was not your husband, you knew this. It never was when you spoke to staff, event planners, colleagues of your husband. You bit your bottom lip as you thought. Now that you truly thought about it, nearly everyone referred to your husband as “Mr. Kyojuro”. As if he was still a child under his father’s thumb. 

Ms. Gloria looked at her clipboard, her thin lips pulled in a straight line as she looked at whatever was written. You stood, shelving your book and brushing off your dress, smoothing the silky saffron fabric. The dress fit you perfectly, the action was merely a way to gather your thoughts as you pondered your next step. Clapping your hands together, you look at the other woman, a polite smile on your face. 

“Why don’t we change the colors then? I’ll ask the staff to change the house up a bit.” You wiggled your fingers at her clipboard, “I’m thinking red so why don’t we do yellow streamers.” 

Ms. Gloria opened her mouth, no doubt to protest. You flapped a hand at her, cutting her off with what you hoped was a convincing smile. Playing the dumb ditz was becoming easier, your rudeness being overlooked as stupidity. “Mr. Rengoku won’t mind.” 

He would mind intensely. The fall out from this would hopefully be wrapped up nicely in the anniversary gathering. As long as he didn’t visit before the celebration. You weren’t sure what would happen if you were alone with him. The thought was terrifying. 

You realized you were clenching your fists and forced yourself to relax. The small dents your nails left in your palm ached slightly, a reminder to stay calm, stay perfect. Ms. Gloria nodded at you stiffly and left the library. You followed her out, motioning to one of the maids who was lurking by the door. The girl looked nervous, no doubt thinking she was going to get in trouble for eavesdropping. She wouldn’t, of course, you had no say in the constant monitoring. 

“Do we have red linens?” Your question seemed to confuse her. She blinked, looked around as if waiting for direction, then back at you. Her uniform was ill-fitting, too large and you suppressed a sigh. Shinjuro made all these staff changes but never bothered to ensure the staff were properly clothed. You didn’t think you had even been told her name, hell any of their names.

“Red linens ma’am?” 

You nodded, “The curtains, table cloths, hand towels, bedding. I would like them all switched out for the event.” 

The house was mostly painted in whites and grays, it was void of color except for the light green linens. Red was a color that you saw rarely, mostly just in your husband’s hair. Even your wardrobe seemed devoid of it, as if Shinjuro was disgusted by the color, instead insisting everything be blue and green to snuff out the bright color. 

The maid  blinked owlishly up at you, her confusion seeming to grow. You waited, trying to keep your face pleasant. Snapping would get you nowhere, they were used to that with Shinjuro. Kindness was your key to making any sort of changes to the estate. 

Finally the girl nodded and scurried off. You took the nod as confirmation that it would get done. Sighing, your shoulders slumped. You had made a decision, a massive one all things considered. If you were lucky it wouldn’t be detected until the event. But you knew that was a fool’s hope. With the constant monitoring someone would tell Shinjuro within a matter of days.

With a slightly shaking hand you patted your hair, it was perfect, as always. You were perfect as always. A clatter came from down the hall and you could hear the event planner squawking at someone. Turning, you made your way to the front door. 

You didn’t want to be near Ms. Gloria, nor the staff. They buzzed about like bees, frantic in their need to make everything perfect. The nervous energy in the house was suffocating, it filled your throat and mouth with a bad taste.

Turning the handle of the front door, you tugged it open, welcoming the bright daylight. And promptly froze at the sight before you. It was Kyojuro. You blinked stupidly at the man, then frowned. No he was too short. You glanced behind you, then back, unsure of how to proceed. Before you was a young man who looked strikingly like your husband. He was younger by several years, his stature smaller than your husband’s. You also noted what appeared to be a private academy uniform and matching tote bag. 

The young man seemed equally surprised to see you, his eyes wide as he watched you slip out the front door and close it behind you. He seemed unsettled, stepping back reflexively as you stepped closer.

“Can I help you?” Your voice carried your uncertainty. It shook you to see someone who was the spitting image of your husband and his father. Was he a relative, a cousin maybe? Other than Kyojuro’s mother you hadn’t been told about any other relatives.

“Um. Im Senjuro Rengoku, is my brother in?” 

You blinked. No that couldn’t be right, you hadn’t heard him properly. Tilting your head, you let out a nervous laugh, mind racing, “Your brother?”

The young man nodded, his brow furrowed in concern as he looked at you and then the doors of the estate. You nodded back slowly, hand pressed to your mouth as you tried to calm your mind. 

Why had Kyojuro not told you? Was it Shinjuro’s doing? Was this boy truly your husband’s brother? Was this a trick, a cruel prank of some sort from Shinjuro? A test maybe? 

“But.” You lowered your hand, forehead wrinkled in confusion, “My husband doesn’t have a brother?” 

It came out as a weak question, but the effect it had on the young man was visceral. Senjuro rocked back as if hit, his eyes wide, lips trembling as he mouthed what you had stated. His hands came up, twisting together nervously as he looked at you, tears in his eyes. The small tote bag sat at his feet, dropped in his shock. Your response had upset him immensely. 

Looking back at the house, the empty windows that might soon contain spying staff, you took action. Grabbing his hand you hurried down the driveway towards the garage. Genya would be there no doubt, it would be a safe place to talk. Senjuro followed, sniffling slightly. The gravel crunched loudly as you trotted to the large garage. You slipped slightly on the slippery gravel, cursing at your heels. Slowing down you kept your hand on Senjuro’s arm, reaching out to knock on the side of the garage.

“You ok Mrs. Rengoku?!” It was Genya, he must’ve heard you slip. The young man exited the building, wiping his hands with a rag. There were large streaks of grease smeared across his face. The front of his overalls fared a similar fate, the blue fabric dark with car oil. You had interrupted car maintenance it seemed. 

“I’m ok. Is the garage safe to talk in?” 

He nodded slowly,tossing the rag onto the hood of one of the many cars. Genya froze, then smiled as he caught sight of Senjuro. “Dude. You’re back?!” 

Genya pulled the other boy into a rough hug, cackling as he did so. Neither of them seemed to notice the grease that rubbed off onto Senjuro’s uniform. Both boys seemed thrilled to see each other, their smiles huge as they turned to enter the garage. Following them into the building, you cast a furtive glance back at the house, windows still empty. Good, they could spy on the empty rooms for the time being. 

The garage stunk, patches of oil soaked concrete giving off the awful odor. You tried your best not to make a face, the fumes making you want to gag. Neither boy seemed to mind, or they were used to it. Genya leaned back against one of Kyojuro’s cars, his grin wide as Senjuro softly spoke. You stayed quiet for a moment, taking in the rows of tools and the many parts littered around the various tables. The boys went quiet, watching you glance about. You shot them a tired smile.

“So, Kyojuro has a brother?” You collapsed onto the patchwork armchair Genya kept near his tool bench. It creaked horrible and you winced as a rouge spring dug into your back. Shifting uncomfortably, you waited for an answer. Both boys nodded at you, Senjuro looking confused and Genya looking sheepish.

“Is this another one of Shinjuro’s stupid rules?” Your tone was tired, you tilted your head back against the chair, looking up at the dusty rafters of the garage. There were small holes in the roof, the sunlight streaming in catching the dancing dust particles in the air. You grimaced, looking back at the two boys. Both of them looked at eachother, then at you. Senjuro opened his mouth, then closed it, his hand clenching the strap of his tote bag.

“I don’t know.” His lip trembled as he looked at you, “Kyo didn’t even tell me he got married.” 

Your heart ached for the young man. He looked devastated, amber eyes swimming with tears he was trying so hard not to shed. The boy was like a tiny version of your husband, your mind going back to the night he first cried in front of you.

Standing you quickly drew him into a hug. Senjuro’s fingers dug into your dress, his shoulders shaking as he began to cry silently. His head pressed against your collar bone, warm tears soaking into the fabric of your dress. It felt oddly similar to when you had held Kyojuro. The anger, the hurt, both men so tormented by their fucked up father. You patted his short fiery locks gently, looking at Genya who remained silent, his expression guilty. The young man sighed, his mohawk flopping in his face as he looked at the floor. 

“Mr. Rengoku told Kyojuro that if you were told about Senjuro, he would never be able to visit his mother’s grave again.” 

Oh of course he did, anger welled in your stomach, churning like a great beast within your blood. Black mailing your children was such a classy thing to do, you thought bitterly. Senjuro cried harder at the words, hiccuping as he sobbed into your shoulder. You rubbed his back reassuringly, ignoring the wet patch that was spread across your shoulder. Genya’s bottom lip trembled slightly, he looked ready to cry now. He twisted the dirty rag in his hand, taking a deep breath as he continued. 

“He was also told that if he told Senjuro about you, that um, Mr. Rengoku would make sure he never saw Senjuro again.”

Your mouth dropped open. What in the hell was wrong with the man? Had alcohol addled his brain so much that he no longer could think logically? How could a parent be so cruel to their child? 

Your own parents came to mind, their large smiles not at you, but at the check that was handed over as you were escorted like a prisoner to a private limo. Not even a true goodbye from them, just a limp wave in your general direction. Maybe it wasn’t the alcohol at all, but the money. It seemed the more one had, the less human they behaved. 

Senjuro pulled away from you, swiping a hand across his eyes. He looked so hurt, his frame shaking as he tried to catch his breath. You patted his hair reassuringly, flashing him a small smile.

The young man looked at you, running a hand under his nose as he stared. He was sizing you up, you realized. Straightening, you smiled at him, hands naturally coming up to rest at your waist. It was a pose you had perfected for photos with Kyojuro and meetings with Shinjuro. 

“You look nice.” Senjuro smiled, rubbing at his puffy eyes, “Your hug was warm, kind.” He paused, lips trembling again as he stared, “It's been a while since I’ve been hugged.” 

Poor kid, your heart ached for him. He looked so lost and sad. The apparent exclusion his father had him put through weighing on him heavily. It made your anger at the drunk swell in your breast. Your hands shook slightly as you attempted to swallow the fury.

“Do you guys want a snack?” Genya motioned to a small door in the back of the garage. Senjuro nodded and trailed after him. You followed quietly, feeling worried. To your surprise, you found yourself walking into what appeared to be Genya’s room. A small bed with purple blankets was tucked in the corner on one side. On the other a small kitchenette with a table and two chairs. Did Genya stay out here by himself? You worriedly looked about, noting how drafty the space was, the apparent lack of a bathroom. The other staff also lived on the grounds, but in a small house at the back of the estate. It had separate rooms, spacious living areas for hobbies. This was so cramped in comparison. And right against the garage, you noted that the smell of motor oil and other fumes persisted here. That couldn’t be good for his health. 

“I don’t mind Mrs. Rengoku.” Genya had noticed your worried look. He uncovered a plate of muffins, placing them on the kitchen table. Senjuro sat taking one tiredly. You noted how natural it seemed for him, they must’ve been friends. 

You sat gingerly on Genya’s bed, it was the only open space available. Through the rough blanket you could feel the springs of the mattress digging into your rear. You tried your best to hide your disgust. Shinjuro was one of the richest men in the world and yet his staff had ill fitting uniforms and broken mattresses. It was shameful. 

“Father wasn’t at his estate. So I came here.” You looked up at Senjuro’s words, a frown slipping onto your face. 

“Did you go to the summer estate or the winter one?” You asked, trying to think of where else the man liked to reside. He had several mansions but only two were considered ‘Estates’ by definition due to their sprawling land. Then again there was the new one you had recently seen, though you doubted he was there. Senjuro seemed confused by your question, shaking his head in response.

“I don’t know. I just went to the one I grew up in.” He picked at the muffin in front of him, lips quivering again. “The one near the city center.”

You nodded, that was the historical manor, one that Shinjuro tended to only spend the Summer time in. From what little you had gleaned, it was more convenient business wise during the company's busiest season.

“I think due to the time of year he’s at the winter estate.” You glanced at Genya for help. Other than a few street names, you actually had no idea where anything was located. The city of Nichirin was thousands of miles from your hometown and so different. Genya nodded thoughtfully, quickly swallowing his mouthful of food.

“I actually don’t think he’s in the country right now.” The boy’s response surprised you. Leaning in, you shot him a questioning glance. Genya shrugged, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“My big brother is the head of security and goes everywhere with Mr. Rengoku. He left for America a few days ago.”

You sat back, nodding. That was very good news for you. The old man was in an entirely different part of the world, which meant your little antics here wouldn’t get back to him quickly. In fact you might be able to do a little more outside of the norm without any push back. At least not until the party. 

“If he finds out I’m here. Kyojuro will get in trouble.” Senjuro’s voice broke through your train of thought, the sight of him crying again alarming you. The boy swiped hurriedly at the fat tears rolling down his cheeks, his fluffy brow furrowed. Fishing in your dress pocket, you pulled out a handkerchief, passing it to the sniffling boy.

“My private school's out for the winter. But, I don’t know where to go.” Senjuro was sobbing again, pressing his face in the handkerchief as he did so. It tore your heart in two. The boy seemed so earnest and sweet, yet so very sad. 

You didn’t want Kyojuro to be punished any further and you had a feeling Senjuro would be as well. Word of his arrival would ripple through the staff and eventually make its way back to Shinjuro’s ear. You bit your bottom lip, tapping your wedding ring as you thought. 

This was a road bump you would have never thought of. You watched as Senjuro took a glass of water from Genya, both boys sharing a sad smile. Sending him away would be cruel, you mused. And besides, a part of you wanted him to stay. You had so many questions.

Shifting in your seat you winced as another spring dug into you, the sharp metal feeling like it would poke right through your ass cheek. You shifted back and then paused, an idea swimming to the surface of your mind.

Genya needed a new room. The garage and its stink was unacceptable. There were free rooms in the main estate. The small guest suites on the second floor that no one used. You knew for a fact the one on the west side of the house, closest to the back stairs to your room, had two beds. It was a full suite with a master bathroom, small kitchen and plenty of space for two teen boys. You almost cackled out loud, glee coursing through your veins at the idea. 

Shinjuro would be livid if he ever found out. But what he didn’t know, absolutely thrilled you. 

You tugged your phone from its pocket, quickly unlocking it. For just a moment hesitation stilled you, your thumb hovering over Kyojuro’s contact in your phone. But no, he was your husband, you were united.

You quickly pressed it, holding your phone to your ear. Genya and Senjuro shot you identical looks of confusion. You smiled at them, raising a finger to your lips with a wink. In truth you did not expect Kyojuro to pick up. He rarely messaged you and phone calls just did not occur. You knew it was mostly because his father’s intrusive need to monitor everything. But you also knew how busy he was, running the company alongside the old man.

“Yes?” No greeting, just a short word. You jumped at the sound of his voice, heart beat picking up as you took a deep breath.

“Hi! Kyojuro.” You paused, not sure how to continue the conversation. It was simple, ask him about the guest room. But the knowledge that your conversation would later have a third listener gnawed at the back of your mind. 

“Yes?” The word was clipped, a huff of frustration leaving your husband's lips. He must be busy, you realized, chewing at your bottom lip. 

“Well, husband. I find Genya’s room situation completely unacceptable. I think for the time being he should be moved to the main estate.” 

There was a lengthy pause. Then a very confused, “What?” 

Kyojuro sounded distracted and you could hear other voices distantly around him. Had you interrupted a meeting of some sort? You shook the thought from your head, pushing on.

“The room reeks of motor fumes and oil. This is a serious detriment to his health.” You paused, taking a deep breath. In front of you the two teens had become extra befuddled. Genya was mouthing that he was fine. You waved your hand at him as you continued. “So as I said. I propose he is moved to the main estate. At least until we get a contractor to fix this, mess.” 

On the other end of the line you heard Kyojuro let out a huff. You couldn’t tell if it was laughter or a noise of annoyance. A pause and then he sighed.

“Do what you see is fit.”

The line disconnected. That was it. No goodbye, nothing. A small part of you wondered if he was acting irritated for show, or if the annoyance had been real. You almost broke, but a quick sigh and you shook the thought away. Now was not the time to break down. 

“Mrs. Rengoku it’s ok really. I’m ok in here.” Genya’s face was pinched, his expression a mix of worry and apprehension. You nodded at his words, standing and brushing your skirt off.

“I know. However, Senjuro needs a place to stay.” You pointed at the other teen, the boy jumping slightly in his seat. “The staff won’t go into your room. They trust you, they aren’t monitoring you.”

You shrugged, hands in the air, “So Senjuro can stay in there, undetected.” 

Both teens stared wide eyed. It took a moment, but then your words sunk in.

“OH SHIT!” Genya stood, pointing at you excitedly. “Mrs. Rengoku that’s so smart!” 

Senjuro concurred, beginning to cry again. You stepped over and hugged the boy. He was like a little lost puppy someone had kicked. Each time he cried your heart broke. 

Genya quickly packed his things, shoving everything into an oversized duffel bag. You took note of this, deciding that a shopping trip was needed. For both boys you realized as Senjuro confirmed he had nothing other than the clothes on his back.

And now for the hard part. You peeked around the entrance of the garage, looking for any movement in the Estate windows. You saw nothing and after a full five minutes of waiting, deemed it safe to move. Quickly beckoning the teens to follow, you dashed across the driveway. It was incredibly ungraceful and far from the manners expected of a lady in your station. Had Shinjuro seen you he might’ve popped a blood vessel in anger. 

But he wasn’t here, not yet at least.

Making it to the main door you slowly pulled it open, peeking in. The front hall was empty, but you could hear Ms. Gloria’s whining drifting from one of the hallways. You grimaced, pushing the boys inside and quickly following. Pausing again, you cocked your head, trying to gauge how close the event planner was. Too close, but still far enough that the main hall was out of view. Luckily there was no staff milling about either, you suspected most of them had fled to their quarters to avoid the snippish woman. You were tempted to slip your heels off, not wanting to make noise as you crossed the main hall. But if you were caught without them, it would add to Shinjuro’s annoyance and anger.

Carefully you tiptoed across the wide hall, wince at each creak and clack. Despite your best efforts the three of you made noise. The small sounds become large in the echoing space of the hall. 

“Mrs. Rengoku?” From down the hallway Ms. Gloria called out, the sound of heels clacking against the marble flooring. 

You rugged Genya and Senjuro forward, flapping at them frantically in a silent attempt to shoo them up the stairs. They complied, racing up a flight and ducking down. It confused you for a moment and then you realized, Ms. Gloria had made it to the main hall. From where she stood, they couldn’t be seen at that particular bend. Still, if she moved any closer, they might be. 

You stepped forward, nodding at the other woman curtly.

“Yes Ms. Gloria?” You tried to covertly block the stairs, a smile plastered on your face. She did not return the look, her mouth pinching sourly. 

“I would appreciate if you were more attentive to this event Mrs. Rengoku.” The woman sounded down right nasty. You refrained from asking her what the point was, Shinjuro had picked out everything. Instead you nodded politely, tilting your head and gesturing to her to continue.

“Your staff is ill equipped and no one seems to understand anything I’m saying.” 

The urge to roll your eyes overtook you and for a moment you stood frozen, trying not to give in. You noticed that in the various hall entrances, faces peeked out. The staff was here, watching silently. It irked you at first, Shinjuro’s need for control coming to mind. They could no doubt see the teens. Both boys had remained frozen, not wanting to make noise. Your heart sank and anger swirled through your mind. 

But then you took in their expressions. They looked exhausted and defeated. A few of the younger staff had red rimmed eyes like they had been crying. You felt guilty. All day you had been doing your best to avoid Ms. Gloria and as a result this new inexperienced staff had dealt with her abrasiveness. Your gaze shifted back to the other woman, her eyes rolling as she shook her head. 

“Were you rude?” Your question was like a bolt of electricity. Ms. Gloria gasped, her cheeks going red as she sputtered. Her hands came up, fluttering about wildly.

“WHAT?!” The question was shrieked.  The loud noise making everyone in the vicinity wince at just how shrill she was. You rolled your eyes this time, a huff of irritation leaving your lips. Ms. Gloria had spent enough time in the Estate in your opinion.

“I asked you if you were rude to my staff.” You crossed your arms, looking at the other woman sternly. Ms. Gloria for her part, avoided the question, her face no red with anger.

“I am one of the most sought after planners in this city!” She squawked, jabbing a finger in your direction. You glanced at the offending appendage, then back to her. She was slowly moving closer, puffed up like a bear trying to scare you. 

“And I’m the wife of one of the most successful business men in this city.” You shrugged, shaking your head at her. “What would happen if I talked about how abysmal I found your services?” 

Ms. Gloria gasped, one hand clutching her stomach as if you had gut punched her. It was a rather amusing sight. Her hair was becoming disheveled, the woman resembling a chicken more and more with each passing moment. 

You gestured to who you assumed was the newest butler. His face was unfamiliar, but he wore the appropriate attire for the position.

“Mr…?” You waited, smiling at the man’s surprise. He bowed, stepping from the side hall and to your side. As he did so you realized that he was incredibly tall, way taller than any of the other staff. That paired with his long hair and stern eyebrows made him an intimidating figure.

“Mr. Kyogai, Ma’am.” His voice was incredibly low and gruff. You nodded in response, gesturing without looking at the event planner.

“I think it's time for Ms. Gloria to leave.” Kyogai nodded at your words, bowing again before turning to the now very pale woman. She began sputtering again, throwing around words like ‘Mayor’ and ‘newspapers’. The words fell on deaf ears however, Kyogai pushing her towards the door. Ms. Gloria resisted, shrieking again annoyingly. Her heels scraped across the floor, her legs locked in an attempt to resist being forcibly removed. 

You watched as the head maid darted forward, tugging the doors open, allowing a final shove from Kyogai. Quickly the doors were closed again, cutting off the indignant yells of the woman. You all sighed as Kyogai clicked the locks into place. The main hall was filled with silence, a huge sense of relief filling all of you. 

“Oh fuck I was her ride.”

You turned, surprised, to look at Genya. He hung over the rail, eyebrows crinkled with worry. There was a snort from behind you, then a tiny chuckle and full on laughter burst from the head maid. From the side halls other staff began laughing as well. It was contagious and next thing you knew, you were doubled over in laughter, tears of mirth on your cheeks. 

Straightening you swiped a tear from your cheek, giggling as you caught your breath. 

“I can call a ride ma’am. If you like.” It was Kyogai, phone clutched in one large hand. You smiled, half tempted to tell him no. Instead you nodded, chuckling again.

“Thank you.” You gestured to those still hiding in the side halls. “All of you. For dealing with that insufferable woman.”  

Faces peeked back out, small smiles being shot your way. The head maid bowed, her eyes still dancing with amusement.  “Well once I realized she was a bitch we started fucking with her.”

You heard one of the younger staff gasp, chiding the woman for cursing. Waving it off you smiled, extending your hand.

“I’m Mrs. Rengoku. Though I suppose you already knew that.” She nodded, flashing you a wide grin as she took your hand. Her grip was strong and you felt your wrist pop as she shook it. “Susamaru, head maid.” 

It was like a gesture of approval, the rest of the staff trickling forward. You noticed immediately that Shinjuro had cut the staff by nearly 90 percent. Only 8 people stood before you, all of them nervous and other than Kyogai, relatively young. 

There were 4 women, Susamaru, Nezuko, Mukago and Nakime. You realized that it was Mukago you had spoken with earlier in the day. She looked nervous, twisting a lock of white hair around her finger. The 4 male employees consisted of Kyogai, Yahaba, Enmu and Rui who was a literal child. He was solemn as you stared at him, pale blue eyes unblinking.

“We won’t tell. By the way.” It was Susamaru, her tone serious as she nodded at the stairs. You blinked in confusion, then gasped, realizing that Senjuro was in full view.

“Old man Rengoku is a dickhead and then some.” 

There were gasps again at her harsh words, eyes darting to gauge your reaction. You merely smiled, shrugging in response, “I can’t say I disagree.”

This time the gasps were for you. Mukago looked beside herself with worry. You patted her shoulder in reassurance.

“The less Shinjuro knows, the happier I am.” You swallowed the rest of what you wanted to say. Without him they would get to stay on at the estate. If that’s what they wanted. But as long as he controlled everything, their jobs would always be on the line.

“Thank you, again.” This time you were awarded with smiles all around. They seemed more at ease with you. Or at least you hoped they were.

“Please, retire for the day. I will assist Senjuro with his room.” 

They all nodded in response, hurrying away from the main hall excitedly. You smiled as you overheard Rui exclaim he was going to look for spiders in the garden. 

Turning, you let out a massive sigh, climbing up the stairs to join Genya and Senjuro.

“That was intense.” Senjuro mumbled, rucking back on his heels as you made it to the first landing. You nodded, your pleasant expression slipping slightly, “It’ll get back to him. And it’ll be worse. But that is another day.”

The boy nodded at your words, his face a sea of sadness. He knew what you meant all too well. You patted his shoulder as you passed, continuing to the second floor. 

Making your way to the large guest suite, you pushed open the heavy doors and gestured for them to enter. They scurried in, Genya gasping at the sight.

The room was as you had last seen it, everything in its perfect place. The sheets were fresh, the room clean. Even though no one used it, like everything else it was part of the weekly cleaning done. 

Senjuro walked over to the one bed, flopping down face first. Genya followed, tossing his duffel bag on the other bed. He walked around, nodding at each appliance and decoration.

“This is fancy.” 

You hummed in response, staring worriedly at Senjuro. He was crying again, this time the sound was muffled by the large comforter. Genya shot you a small smile, giving you a thumbs up. You took it as he knew what to do. Softly telling them goodnight, you closed the door, exiting to the hallway. It was quiet, the sound of your heels echoing against the high ceilings. 

Not wanting to retire to your room just yet, you made your way to the tiny second kitchen. It was just a regular kitchen, but you preferred it. The wide space and many appliances of the main kitchen was too much.

“Oh! Sorry!” You blurted as you entered, realizing that Kyogai was sitting at the counter. He nodded at you, not taking his eyes from the book in front of him. You weren’t used to seeing staff relaxing in any part of the house. It was both nice and a tad odd. 

“I’ll be quick.” You scurried over to the electric kettle, turning it on as you grabbed a nearby mug.

“You aren’t bothering me.” Kyogai, turned a page, picking up a pen and scribbling something in the margain. The scratching of the pen filled the air, his hand fast as he quickly filled the margin.

Pulling a tea box down from the shelf, you fished out a tea bag. As you waited for the water, you stole glances from the corner of your eye at the large man. He was very unlike any of the other staff that had worked at the estate. Even with the butler attire on, you could tell he was incredibly buff. That combined with his height made you wonder how he had ever become a butler. His physic would be better suited for sports. 

“Forgive me for asking. But how did you become a butler?” You leaned back against the counter, nail clicking against the cold tile. Kyogai placed his pen down, his maroon eyes meeting yours. He seemed to debate speaking, large hands coming up to rest on top of his book.

“Shinjuro Rengoku is black listed by all of the reputable staffing services in the city.” 

His words didn’t surprise you. Between Shinjuro’s abusive language and his high fire rate, it made sense. The amount of times you had seen people leave in tears had always made you wonder how he ever got replacements. 

Kyogai let out a sigh, shifting on the stool as he spoke. “He happens to be in good standing with my employer, Muzan.” You nodded at the name, it was familiar. Muzan was some big banker, the man constantly in articles about being the richest man in the city. While you had never met him face to face, from what little you knew, the man seemed dull and arrogant. 

“So you work for Muzan then?” The water kettle clicked off as it finished boiling. You turned and quickly poured your cup of tea. From behind you, Kyogai chuckled wryly.

“That’s a nice way to put it. No, I took a loan from him.”

You frowned, turning back to him. That didn’t track. Taking a loan didn’t make one a butler. Kyogai seemed to know what you were thinking, the man shrugging at you. He ran a hand through his long hair, inspecting the ends as he spoke. 

“Read contracts before you sign them. All of us here signed and didn’t see the fine print.”

He leaned back, hands splayed in the air as if he were using a giant touch screen.

“If loan is not repaid within a 4 month span, the signee will become an employee of Muzan Inc. until said loan is paid off.”

He recited it dully, the words falling like lead. Kyogai had no doubt spent hours reading and re-reading that phrase. You would too if you had become an indentured servant unknowingly. 

“So here we are. Doing whatever jobs Muzan deems fit.” He gestured around him, “For now, estate staff.”

You nodded grimly, distaste welling in the back of your throat. It didn’t surprise you. One didn’t become the richest man by being nice. You thought of the small group, how timid they were today. What else had Muzan asked them to do.

“Wait!” You stood up straight, eyebrows pulling down in confusion, “Rui is like what, 8 at most? He legally can’t sign for a loan.”

Kyogai nodded at your response, sighing slowly. “Just because a person dies doesn’t mean their debt with Muzan disappears. Rui inherited his parents' debt.” 

The notion sickened you. Kyogai shared your look of disgust, shaking his head as he looked back at his book. You bade him goodnight, not wanting to disturb him further. As you headed to your room, tea in hand, your mind buzzed with thought. You felt sickened by this new revelation. Staff that wasn’t actually being paid. Shinjuro working with a man who had the morals of a Demon.

As sick as it made you, none of it surprised you. This was the world of wealth. Fake friends, fake family. Nothing was real to them except exorbitant luxuries and being ‘The Best’. 

You sank into the thick armchair that sat nearest your closet. As you sipped your tea, one foot tapped the carpet. Now instead of just getting yourself out, you had several people on your mind. Kyojuro and Senjuro deserved freedom and happiness. As did Genya and the rest of the staff.

Your foot tapping picked up pace as your thoughts did. Somehow, you would get all of them out of here. All of you would wriggle out from under the filthy heel of Shinjuro Rengoku. Or at least you would die trying.

You set the teacup down, leaning back in the chair to look up at the high ceilings, feeling the calm before the storm. 

6 days until the party.

Part 4