Juliette Harrison:
I always wanted to be a chemist. Please refrain from telling me it's no fit occupation for a woman - I've heard every reiteration. I moved to Boston from Philadelphia to work at Warton Chemicals only to discover that James Warton is a skunk. His assistant, I'm supposed to be. His secretary is more like, and while that's bad enough he likes to pinch. I lack the werewithal to return home and not sure I could without hearing a plethora of I told you so's.
Mostly, I stay because I love the laboratory. It's well stocked, and when Mr.Warton leaves for the day, I have it to myself. I work on my own projects and sometimes those of a client whom Mr. Warton deems of little import, and thus the bottom of his priority list.
He notices, of course, the decrease in his supplies, but he merely grins at me and pinches my bottom and smirks that one day he'll take what I owe him. I will blow up his lab before that happens.
The day Victor Elliot came by and introduced himself as a friend of Mr. Warton's, I assumed the worst, but I was intrigued when he asked Mr. Warton to analyze the contents of a women's remedy to ensure it wasn't poisonous.
Warton Chemicals creates a number of such nostrums, and while they cure nothing, they are also not poisonous. Mr. Warton offered to do it as a favour to a friend, but upon Mr. Elliot's exit, he said to me, "Paying jobs first, Miss Harrison. But don't lose it, we'll get around to it eventually."
When I suggested I could do it, he laughed as if I'd said something rather clever for a woman and patted my head. I do so dislike the man!
Mostly, I stay because I love the laboratory. It's well stocked, and when Mr.Warton leaves for the day, I have it to myself. I work on my own projects and sometimes those of a client whom Mr. Warton deems of little import, and thus the bottom of his priority list.
He notices, of course, the decrease in his supplies, but he merely grins at me and pinches my bottom and smirks that one day he'll take what I owe him. I will blow up his lab before that happens.
The day Victor Elliot came by and introduced himself as a friend of Mr. Warton's, I assumed the worst, but I was intrigued when he asked Mr. Warton to analyze the contents of a women's remedy to ensure it wasn't poisonous.
Warton Chemicals creates a number of such nostrums, and while they cure nothing, they are also not poisonous. Mr. Warton offered to do it as a favour to a friend, but upon Mr. Elliot's exit, he said to me, "Paying jobs first, Miss Harrison. But don't lose it, we'll get around to it eventually."
When I suggested I could do it, he laughed as if I'd said something rather clever for a woman and patted my head. I do so dislike the man!
Copyright 2013 Sydney Blackburn