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Physical Therapy has been grueling as of late, and with her work just not being as fulfilling as it once had been, Alisa thought perhaps a change could be in her best interest. She was tired of feeling listless during art authentications for the rich and famous (despite the pay it gave her), and her heart hurting every time she saw Alistaire (who refused to let her go for some reason or another). She was currently waiting to hear back from the Guild elders and those higher up in the Enforcer branch on a certain situation that came up, and the stress was getting to her.

Before her on the desk was a long list of people who she could inquire about jobs. Oddly enough, the top of the list had the Xavier School on there. They did save her life, and she truly was grateful to them. Perhaps asking for the ability to work for them as an art instructor would help her find that missing piece. Another name on the list was Sebastian Shaw, but she feared he would not even listen to her, not after what she told him.

She lifted the receiver on her office phone and began to dial up the Xavier Institute. This made her just as nervous as when she helped Alistaire raid the Hellfire Club. Her back pushed up against her plush chair as she awaited for someone to pick up.

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"One would imagine you would have become more accustomed to it by now." Sebastian replied back, acidly. "I see. Perhaps I can arrange Tessa to send you the footage of Paris. That may convince them to view the Hellfire Club with the proper respect." He referred of course, to the total obliteration of the Paris branch of the Hellfire Club.

"You can repay whatever it is you owe by being a loyal, and competent, agent of the Hellfire Club. Stephanie is the one you need to apologize to." His sneer could almost be heard through the phone. "In a strange way, I should almost thank you. By making a fool of her, you made it impossible for her to bow out of the Hellfire Club and thus confirm what you said.

Consider your self-imposed debt paid. And do not contact me again unless you have relevant business regarding the Guild."

"Mon dieu! I did not mean to make a fool o' her an' you know it!" Her fist slammed down on her desk and he could hear it. "Your daughter 'as been nuthin' but good to me, so what agenda would I 'ave by makin' a fool outta her!? None! Makin' a fool outta her 'as cost me more den you know!"

"Mistah Shaw I am TELLIN' you someone in de Manhattan Branch is not jus' makin' a fool outta me, but all o' us! An' now I'm forced to sit on my hind-side an' WAIT to find out what de Elders know o' dis!" Alisa frowned, her eyes looking out the large window in her office as she turned her chair around. "Even so, no guarantees dat dey can be trusted. But dat video o' Paris might convince dem to remain on your side an' give me de answers we need."

"As for my loyalty, I am somewhat stuck wit' your grandson. I can' disobey his orders nor will I. I am sworn to his side until he releases me, an' dat don' appear to be anytime soon. "She sighed, looking at the picture frame she had turned face down earlier. "I lost part o' my leg for him, an' will continue to ensure his safety. Dat loyalty extends to you as well. I would not be as successful as I am in business an' de arts wit'out dat gift you gave me so many years ago."

Sebastian listened to her lose her temper, like a blithering child. As if she were speaking to an uncle or something and not to one of the most powerful men in the world. The Lord Paramount of the global Hellfire Club. When he spoke, his tone was infinitely more measured than hers, but it brooked no dissent, no petulence, no opposition.

"You assume my greatest concerns about about your loyalty. They are, in fact, about your competence. Your actions have caused considerable embarrassment to both of my children, and whatever I may think of them personally, they are family and I will not tolerate their debasement from the likes of you. Furthermore, I will not sit here and be yelled at. The Guild will sort out its problems or I will be forced to do so myself.

As for you, I think my toleration of Alistaire's retention of your services has come to an end. He is a Shaw and deserves to have better than you at his side. You can tell your superiors at the Guild that you lost the confidence of the Shaws. I most certainly will be.

I cannot imagine they will be pleased."

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Alisa paled. She was close to going into a full blown anxiety attack. Never had she lost a contract, and this would bring much shame upon her.

"I... am sorry. I should not have lost my temper like dat." he deminer quickly changed to one of a more subdued person. "I am jus' concerned for de Shaw name, Lord Paramount."

She addressed him formally, as though she had completely lost all status. It was so hard to keep herself composed and not sounding like she was going to start screaming or crying. "I humbly beg for a second chance. I will not 'ave anoder outburst like dat ever again, I swear. I will... learn my place, better, Lord Paramount. Jus', do not end my services to Alisatire or convince him otherwise, Sir. I will do anyt'ing..."

"The Shaw name is no longer any of your concern." Sebastian replied. "I will be contacting Alistaire immediately regarding the affair. You will not resist or try to convince him to defy my will. Any attempt to do so will end poorly for you.

Second chances are a rare and precious privilege. You have done nothing to earn such an honour."

And then the line went dead. If Alisa tried to call again, she would get nothing, not a busy signal, not a disconnection, just complete dead silence.

She could not speak fast enough to convince him to let her remain at Alistaire's side. The phone was dead and there was no point in her calling him back. She just listened to the busy signal for a few moments before letting the phone drop from her hand. She just lost her most important job, the one she was most loyal to, and that had tainted her name. No doubt Shaw would also go as far as to make her nearly unemployable by anyone for that matter. As far as Alisa LeBeau knew, her life was just over.

"Great... gonna be de laughin' stock o' de Guilds, an' probably kicked outta de Enforcer's branch. Probably gonna end up in an arranged marriage like de others... fuck." She finally hung up the phone and looked at the last name on her list. "Stephanie Shaw.... well, I'm fucked all around, ain' I."

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