Chương 6: Chapter 05: Lessons

Davidson"Chief, why did you accept the priority on this small project? We have many big projects here and are pressed hard to finish them before the inauguration," asked the head architect Davidson, as the carriage began to roll.

"We should take care of our big clients, Davidson," Valentina replied without turning from the window.

"House of Silver is a big client, but he is just a bastard of that house, who had been plotted against and thrown here to the outskirts of the empire," stated old man.

"I am not talking about the House of Silver," she said as she finally turned, her words clearly surprising the two old men sitting in front of her.

"You can't be meaning him? I don't want to badmouth him, but I don't see any big client potential in him," replied the old man. Valentina did not say anything; she just smiled and looked back at the window while remembering the first time she had seen him. … Click! A few minutes later, the door opened, and Carla walked in after dropping them off at the door.

"What do you think about the changes?" I asked as she sat across me.

"They are good," she replied.

"Your real thoughts," I said and gave her a look.

"They are risky," she replied.

"You have removed all the business rooms from the first floor. That left us with only twenty-six rooms for the business."" Which isn't enough with the number of girls we have," she added. There was a hint of anger on her beautiful face. It is clear she was angry.

"We will not be selling just sex, Carla; the rooms we have are more than sufficient," I said.

"Master Remus, we will be running a brothel. It means selling sex; it does not mix well with the other things."

"You have also postponed the day of opening to the inauguration, which is over a month away. It will make us lose the rich patrons are city."

"Most important, a chance to create reputation by the inauguration," she replied. Her voice was a little pointed, but I did not mind it. I like that she is comfortable enough to speak what she feels is right.

"What do you think about my plans on the first floor?" I asked, ignoring what she had said.

"Unwise, you shouldn't have taken out all the business rooms on the first floor," she admonishment, with a hint of admonishment in her melodious voice.

"About that, Carla, you are very wrong," I said, looking directly into her beautiful green eyes.

"Sex is the greatest of desires, and it can mix with everything," I replied. Ask any advertiser on earth, and they will bet their soul on it. Sex sells, and advertisers use it to sell everything. I am running a brothel, so selling sex is natural, but it will be only part of what I will sell through my establishment. What I am trying to sell is obvious. Desires. The whole day passed, and more people from the Nielson came by the evening.

They emptied the entire rooms of furniture and started breaking rooms on the first floor; I could hear the sound and feel the vibrations of it. The night came, and I slept a late; there was too much work. When I woke up the next day, it was already eight, and it took me another hour to shower and have breakfast before I stepped into my office. Carla was already sitting there, and in front of us were piles of paper. Besides them was a letter with a familiar seal.

The seal of the House of Hardt, a powerful mercantile house, like the House of Silver.

"That came for you an hour ago," she said, motioning toward the letter. I nodded, tore the envelope, and brought out the letter. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. This is an invitation to the party from Damon Hardt, the acting head of the merchant guild. It is tomorrow, and I will be attending. These events are great for making connections.

I read the invitation before putting it into the drawer and turning to the piles of paper that were in front of me.

"I hope the ladies have answered all the questions?" I asked.

"Yes, it took some of them a whole day, but they did finish answering every one of your questions," she said and forwarded the first pile toward me.

"I understand some of the questions you have asked, but some of them are really strange," she added and looked at me for the answers, but all she got from me was a smile. Data is very important. On earth, it is a precious commodity, and organizations pay millions for it.

"You will understand later," I said, "Now, let's begin," I said as I took out a huge piece of paper, which had neat lines drawn on it.

'The computer would have made things a lot easier and faster,' I thought as I looked at the paper in my hand. Each big spreadsheet will have data of ten people leaving Carla; the establishment has thirty-eight girls whose data will be filled on four big pages.

"Who is first?" I asked.

"Margaux Swan," Carla replied as she opened the first file from the stack.

"Age," I asked.

"Forty-five," she replied.

"What is the Common age of clients she receives?" I asked.

"Sixteen to thirty-five," she replied.

"How long do they last, with the enhancements from her skills?" I asked.

"Ten minutes to an hour, depending upon the level and the age of the client," Carla replied, and I noted it on the spreadsheet.

"How many skills does she use on the clients?" I asked one question after another and noted down their answers; there are fifty-six questions there, and it asks everything from the positions their clients use during sex to their interests, hobbies, or talents she has; there are even questions like their classes, but those are optional. These questions are carefully crafted to give me a complete idea about each person. Time passed as I continued to enter the information into my spreadsheet.

It was a tiring job, and when I finished at eight in the evening, I wanted to close my eyes and sleep, but I could not. I still had to do some things before I could sleep.

"Finally," Carla said and yawned seductively in her chair; she was tired, and so was I, but I was also happy. I now only have to analyse the data, which should be finished by midnight. Tomorrow, I could start working on the girls, as they are not currently capable of working on the business model I have in mind.

"I have to say, some of the data the ladies provided is quite startling," I said, looking at the long pages in front of me.

"Yes, I truly did not expect some of them would write about their fantasies, and some of which have caught me even off guard," she replied with a slight laugh. I have not only asked about their fantasies but also the fantasies of their clients. Whether it's here or on earth, people have fantasies, and I would make huge money by selling those fantasies to them.

"The things you have read here are personal to the girls; they should not leavethis room," I said seriously.

"I have signed a contract; my lips are sealed," Carla replied, and I smiled before focusing back on the work. An hour later, I ate dinner and toured the establishment as I had in the afternoon. Again, I was surprised by the progress these people had made. Even with all the advanced tools and machines, it would have been quite challenging to make such progress back on Earth, with similar numbers. When I returned, I resumed my work and stopped when I finished late, at midnight, before sleeping.

The following day, I walked into my office, and aside from the newspapers, there was nothing else on my desk.

"Good morning, Master Remus," she said.

"Good morning, Carla," I replied as I sat down, taking out a page from the drawer and sliding it toward her.

"I need people in these fields who are specialized in teaching," I said She took the paper, but soon, a shock couldn't help but appear on her face.

"A.. are these for the girls?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes," I replied. The new business model I have in mind requires changes not only in the building but also in the women. I am going to hire teachers to teach them the required skills and knowledge they do not have. It will be expensive, but I am willing to pay the price.

"Do you have any suggestions or want to add anything?" I asked Carla, who was still staring at the paper.

"No, you seemed to have thought of everything," she replied as she placed the paper down.

"With your requirement of them being level 20 and above, these teachers are going to cost us a lot; many of them wouldn't be available in the city," she added.

"I have already mentioned the budget there; it should be enough for a month," I replied. I have already written what I am willing to pay for each teacher, and I am not holding back on it. I did not receive anything other than the establishment as inheritance, but I did receive five thousand imperials from the house of Silver. Every direct descendant receives this amount after receiving their class. I got three thousand imperials selling everything I owned.

There are also around a thousand imperials in the operating expense account of the establishment. So I have nine thousand imperials. I have already spent five thousand on renovation. There are now less than four thousand crown have remained and I hope, it will be enough for the other changes, I have in mind.

"The girls would be grateful for this opportunity; many of them had the desire to learn of these things but never did get a chance in their lives," she said.

"I hope they learn with enthusiasm," I replied. I hope they learn well because their, mine, and the establishment's future depends on it.

"They will," she added with confidence.