Richard considered molly houses both too dangerous and below him. But Julius and Dominic had a fondness for them. Richard had taken to waiting for them outside.
One time a worker caught his eye. A handsome man, Richard’s type. Sharp features, pale skin, glorious red hair. A true Mr. Fox. That would have been the end of it, except Mr Fox looked up and gazed through Richard’s soul with piercing eyes.
“I remember you,” He said, “I came to get a job with you once. I didn’t pass.”
Flustered, Richard asked why.
Mr Fox smiled, “You didn’t like my hair.”