You're done running from the law

You've been on the run before, and it was bad enough to make you not want to do it again. You talk around town and look for a company that's hiring. You get tips to the Royal Trading Company and its local office. Inside the dark wooden building you find a pale, sickly looking man in spectacles and a decent suit, lit by a single small lamp. "Hi, I'm looking for work" you say, holding out your hand over the counter. He looks at your hand like it's something you just fished out of the toilet. "Name?" he says with a sneer. Hmm, probably best not to use your real name, lest the French authorities catch wind of you. "Um, Michel, Michel Martin" you say hastily. He writes something down without looking at you. "We have an opening as a canoe man in Montreal. Give them this" he says, handing the paper he was writing on to you. He then waives you away with the most energy you've seen from him thus far.

Later that day, you decide to broach the topic with Marie over dinner. Things have still been tense between you, but have settled into enough of a routine to where it almost feels normal. "Marie?" She looks up quickly, looking flushed in the candlelight. "Yes?" she asks with a smile. You can't help but look down a bit in shame at her excitement, readying yourself to crush her happiness. "I went over to the Royal Trading Company. They offered me a job-" "Oh, that's great!" she says happily. You move your head lower. "Yeah...thing is though, the job isn't here. I'd have to go out to Montreal." You look up enough to see her smile die at your words. "Oh" she says, looking down at her plate now, "I was just getting used to having you around. Who will eat all my food now?" she says with a **** laugh. "I don't have to take the job" you say, but she shakes her head. "No, no, that's ok. I don't want to keep you from starting your own life here. You deserve to be more than a laborer in my shop, being paid in room and board" she says, forcing another smile. You can't help but feel guilty, despite her selflessness. "I wouldn't be there all the time. I'm sure I'd be able to come back to Quebec city." She smiles again, looking sad still but more genuine. "Yes, you could. It would be nice to see my...friend again. Excuse me" she says, getting up. She bids you goodnight before running upstairs. Damn, you didn't think getting a job would make things this tough.