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Mar. 11th, 2018 01:56 amAfter being rescued by Sherlock, Irene had spent over a year abroad. She had mostly traveled through Europe, using different names but with the same trade, she was the very best at misbehaving. As much as she loved Rome and Paris; London was her home and she had the intention to return.
There was one pressing issue, the elder Holmes could put a damper on her plans, so she had an assistant arrange a meeting; even Mycroft was likely unaware that she had survived. She hoped for the element of surprise when she walked into his office in her usual finery; hair swept up and off of her delicate neck, a designer black dress that was tailored to perfectly hug her curves, and black heels with blood red soles.
"Mr. Holmes."
There was one pressing issue, the elder Holmes could put a damper on her plans, so she had an assistant arrange a meeting; even Mycroft was likely unaware that she had survived. She hoped for the element of surprise when she walked into his office in her usual finery; hair swept up and off of her delicate neck, a designer black dress that was tailored to perfectly hug her curves, and black heels with blood red soles.
"Mr. Holmes."
