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Sooner or later, it was going to happen. Sooner or later, she would pay the price f...
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𝕋he pub was crowded when Tommy saw Andrew Fairfax. He was a very tall man, and as he took off his hat, his blond hair sparkled with golden highlights. Until a couple of days ago, Tommy had no idea what the man Olivia loved before him looked like.
Andrew Fairfax was his same age and had also been in France. Condecorated with several medals, he had made a place for himself in London's high society, although he was originally from Whitechapel, just like Olivia, and a friend of her brothers.
The man looked around and Tommy did not do anything to attract his attention, but waited to be find. As Fairfax approached the table, Tommy noticed the look of displeasure on his face. It was obvious that he didn't want to be there, but he had no choice but to attend; after all, a Member of Parliament from his party wanted to talk to him.
"Mr. Shelby", Faifax greeted him.
"Mr. Fairfax". Tommy shook the hand of the man who had made his Olivia suffer so much. He couldn't help but feel the burning bile in his throat. "Take a seat, please".
"I don't know why we met at a pub when we could have met at your office in Westminster". He had just arrived and was already complaining. Ada was right: that guy was a wretch.
"Do you like the Palace of Westminster, Mr. Fairfax?", Tommy asked sarcastically. "Would you like to be a member of parliament?", he attacked.
"Who wouldn't like it?" Fairfax responded to his attack with a haughty smile.
"I know the walls of Westminster seem quite thick but don't trust it, you can easily hear through them".
"I assume, then, that is why we're metting here", he said. "It's sad that two party colleagues cannot get together to discuss politics in the most democratic place in the Kingdom".
Tommy studied that man for a couple of seconds with narrowed eyes. He could not understand how that bastard had managed to make Olivia fall in love to a point where she had abandoned all traces of dignity. Fairfax was his most exaggerated opposite, not only physically, but also in personality: he seemed to be a disgusting sycophantic, a rat hungry for power and visibility, and had more similarities with Mosley than with him.
"I must confess I lied to you, Mr. Fairfax", Tommy said, witnessing the man raise an eyebrow. "We are not going to talk about politics".
"And what are we going to talk about?" Fairfax looked more offended than surprised. Apparently he considered it disrespectful for someone to waste his precious fucking time.
"We're goint to talk about Olivia".
At the sound of the name, Andrew Fairfax blanched and that was enough to make Tommy's blood boil. The bastard tried to hide it as soon as he was aware that his reaction had been very noticeable and called the waiter with his hand. Then cleared his throat.
