The technological age was a wonderful event in the history of earth. Laptops, desktop computers, fast cars, planes, TV, mobile phones, Ipods (ok so maybe not the Ipod, but it?s a good example!) and finally guns?
Miss B tapped onto the laptop furiously, the glow of the afternoon sun burning its way into her office ? which had to be refurbished all thanks to Hunter?s stupidity the other day. A scene she would never wanted to be repeated ever again! Although the office looked much like it did before, she did buy a brand new spanking shiny varnished custom made oak desk which should have cost an arm and a leg. For the carpenter?
Despite her wealth, Miss B was one tight wallet ? and loathed parting with her money unless of course it was a good investment plan, that doubled her current earnings of x-amount of money.
Blowing out the smoke from between her lips, she dropped the cigarette into an ashtray, adjusting her glasses on her face so that she align the lenses to a suitable viewing position.
Taptaptaptaptaptaptap! Frown?
Flipping open her mobile phone she jammed it between her eat and shoulder, ringing Hunter who was in fact just outside the door! Lazy bitch?
?Hunter? Yeah about the ? oh? Really?? A pronged amount of silence, and she nodded to herself, leaning back against the high-back chair and away from her laptop. ?Well then tomorrow we?ll start arranging the furniture and discuss hiring staff? Look, Hunter, calm down. We?ll run security checks on them ? make sure they?re not cops, or from any rival gangs ? and? Yes, yes? You can review them yourself. But if you scare innocent bystanders away looking for a decent job I?ll have you- yes? Okay babes, bye, bye??
Flip-thud, and while the phone was placed onto the desk she slowly raised from her seat, walking towards the window that overlooked the ocean and several of her cargo ships bobbing aimlessly on the calm, soothing waves.
Grasping her hands behind her back, she dropped her head downwards to look at the ground, remembering the shards of glass lay strewn about when Alain came in to? Well, give her his formal warning, which was less than formal and then jumped out of her window.
Compare that to last night and his threat, Miss B seemed pleased. She even smiled at the thought. ?Mmm. Whore? I suppose I am.? She mused to her reflection with a self satisfied grin, ?At least I got to him first though?? Turning, she wandered back to her phone ? flipping it open yet again and tapping in a number with her thumb, placing it against her ear as she moved back to the window with a sigh.
?Hello??
?It?s Miss B??
?Miss B,? The voice whispered in a shock, ?I thought I told you to never phone me at this number? Is there a problem??
?Yes. There is. I have recently gained a shipment of precious cargo that may contain something to your liking.?
?Look? Miss B I don?t do that kind of stuff anymore? I?m trying to straighten out, look after my kids ? be there for them.? The voice whispered, trying to keep their conversation away from listening ears close by.
Miss B sighed, and flattened her voice, ?Is that so??
?Yes ? look, forgive me Miss B?But I?m finally in a stable relationship with my family. I?m clean? I love them and would never, ever go back to it, ever again? I stopped doing work for you years ago??
?A shame, because I was going to give you hefty payment for this.?
?Miss B? Please? I can?t.?
?Clare, a long time ago you asked me for a favour. I covered up for you because you were my closest friend at the time. Myself and the Boys placed our lives on the line just to keep your little secret away from your Father. Many people disappeared for you, and I asked for nothing in return? Your Father was a much respected man; rest his soul, which would otherwise have tarnished his gallant family name??
?Tulip-?
?Miss B.? She corrected.
?Miss B? I?m not a copper anymore??
?You?re retired??
?I quit the force a few months back??
?You still have connections, don?t you??
?Yes ? I mean no ? I mean ??
?Clare? Look out your window.?
There was a shuffle on the end, and then, a shocked silence.
?Do you understand?? Miss B called out, her business tone letting her voice seem almost merciless.
?What? What is it you want me to do??
?I want you to come to Rhy?Din and sell drugs and guns to gangs that are currently in rivalry. Use your authority, as an officer, and persuade them to accept. Naturally, you shall charge them??
?You?re? Going to supply rival gangs??
?Yes.?
?So that way you get a profit. A win-win situation? Miss B, you?re??
?Clare. I will give you a cut of the money gained, and, some of the stuff you desire.?
?Is it? Is it pure? No nasties??
?Of course??
?Okay? But this is my last time.?
?Indeed it will be, Clare. Come to Rhy?Din on my next shipment, you can start immediately.?
?What about my children??
?The car outside shall keep your family safe. Tell your husband that this is official police business. You?re a colourful liar, so I trust you to cover up. See you soon, Clare?? Miss B ended the call, and smiled to herself, phoning Hunter again.
?Hunter? Have a few of the boys set up a observation post across from Detective Alain?s stomping grounds. Don?t, under any circumstances, have them dress in the suits. And, please, tell them not to try and kill him. Okay??
BEEP.
Miss B tapped onto the laptop furiously, the glow of the afternoon sun burning its way into her office ? which had to be refurbished all thanks to Hunter?s stupidity the other day. A scene she would never wanted to be repeated ever again! Although the office looked much like it did before, she did buy a brand new spanking shiny varnished custom made oak desk which should have cost an arm and a leg. For the carpenter?
Despite her wealth, Miss B was one tight wallet ? and loathed parting with her money unless of course it was a good investment plan, that doubled her current earnings of x-amount of money.
Blowing out the smoke from between her lips, she dropped the cigarette into an ashtray, adjusting her glasses on her face so that she align the lenses to a suitable viewing position.
Taptaptaptaptaptaptap! Frown?
Flipping open her mobile phone she jammed it between her eat and shoulder, ringing Hunter who was in fact just outside the door! Lazy bitch?
?Hunter? Yeah about the ? oh? Really?? A pronged amount of silence, and she nodded to herself, leaning back against the high-back chair and away from her laptop. ?Well then tomorrow we?ll start arranging the furniture and discuss hiring staff? Look, Hunter, calm down. We?ll run security checks on them ? make sure they?re not cops, or from any rival gangs ? and? Yes, yes? You can review them yourself. But if you scare innocent bystanders away looking for a decent job I?ll have you- yes? Okay babes, bye, bye??
Flip-thud, and while the phone was placed onto the desk she slowly raised from her seat, walking towards the window that overlooked the ocean and several of her cargo ships bobbing aimlessly on the calm, soothing waves.
Grasping her hands behind her back, she dropped her head downwards to look at the ground, remembering the shards of glass lay strewn about when Alain came in to? Well, give her his formal warning, which was less than formal and then jumped out of her window.
Compare that to last night and his threat, Miss B seemed pleased. She even smiled at the thought. ?Mmm. Whore? I suppose I am.? She mused to her reflection with a self satisfied grin, ?At least I got to him first though?? Turning, she wandered back to her phone ? flipping it open yet again and tapping in a number with her thumb, placing it against her ear as she moved back to the window with a sigh.
?Hello??
?It?s Miss B??
?Miss B,? The voice whispered in a shock, ?I thought I told you to never phone me at this number? Is there a problem??
?Yes. There is. I have recently gained a shipment of precious cargo that may contain something to your liking.?
?Look? Miss B I don?t do that kind of stuff anymore? I?m trying to straighten out, look after my kids ? be there for them.? The voice whispered, trying to keep their conversation away from listening ears close by.
Miss B sighed, and flattened her voice, ?Is that so??
?Yes ? look, forgive me Miss B?But I?m finally in a stable relationship with my family. I?m clean? I love them and would never, ever go back to it, ever again? I stopped doing work for you years ago??
?A shame, because I was going to give you hefty payment for this.?
?Miss B? Please? I can?t.?
?Clare, a long time ago you asked me for a favour. I covered up for you because you were my closest friend at the time. Myself and the Boys placed our lives on the line just to keep your little secret away from your Father. Many people disappeared for you, and I asked for nothing in return? Your Father was a much respected man; rest his soul, which would otherwise have tarnished his gallant family name??
?Tulip-?
?Miss B.? She corrected.
?Miss B? I?m not a copper anymore??
?You?re retired??
?I quit the force a few months back??
?You still have connections, don?t you??
?Yes ? I mean no ? I mean ??
?Clare? Look out your window.?
There was a shuffle on the end, and then, a shocked silence.
?Do you understand?? Miss B called out, her business tone letting her voice seem almost merciless.
?What? What is it you want me to do??
?I want you to come to Rhy?Din and sell drugs and guns to gangs that are currently in rivalry. Use your authority, as an officer, and persuade them to accept. Naturally, you shall charge them??
?You?re? Going to supply rival gangs??
?Yes.?
?So that way you get a profit. A win-win situation? Miss B, you?re??
?Clare. I will give you a cut of the money gained, and, some of the stuff you desire.?
?Is it? Is it pure? No nasties??
?Of course??
?Okay? But this is my last time.?
?Indeed it will be, Clare. Come to Rhy?Din on my next shipment, you can start immediately.?
?What about my children??
?The car outside shall keep your family safe. Tell your husband that this is official police business. You?re a colourful liar, so I trust you to cover up. See you soon, Clare?? Miss B ended the call, and smiled to herself, phoning Hunter again.
?Hunter? Have a few of the boys set up a observation post across from Detective Alain?s stomping grounds. Don?t, under any circumstances, have them dress in the suits. And, please, tell them not to try and kill him. Okay??
BEEP.