Blessed Opportunity, Accursed Sacrifice

“I heard you’re in desperate need of an advisor. What if I were to be your advisor? I mean, like you said, I’m one of the most trusted on the other side. Besides, I may decide to give the information you so desire.”
Henry raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You’d turn so suddenly?”
“What does it matter? You need an adviser to stay in your spot, do you not?”
“And you like your position?”
I couldn’t help but notice a smile grace his lips. “I must admit, I do. All the in’s and out’s, you know?”
“I would like to,” I muttered. Then I asked, “What do you say?”
“But your a girl. Girls aren’t allowed in posts.”
I was afraid he’d bring that up. I tied my hair back & pulled out my pocketknife. I braced myself and cut through my thick ponytail, letting it fall to the floor. “I can pass for a tenor, you know,” I said.
“Alright,” he said finally. “Deal.”
As we shook hands, I plunged my crossed fingers into my pocket, recalling the words: I will learn their little secrets, I will know the things they know.

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