“As
you can see, I am in need of a group of men and women who can help me with the
protection of my family and distribution of product,” said my potential client,
Amun Cairo. He was tall, handsome and smooth, but with an underlying current of
inherent evil. Normally, I’d feel comfortable with him because I was a man of
power and also inherently evil, but everything about the man put me on edge. The
difference between the two of us was that I had conscience. Amun did not. “I do
not have the man power to do all I need to do, Mr. Cullen. You are a man of
amazing resources, all at your fingertips. I would love to go into business
with you. Your notoriety? It’s limitless.”
I
read over his proposal, seeing the flaws in his plan. “Thank you for the
compliment, Amun and I can see that you are struggling with recruiting men to sell
your ‘product’, Amun. You’re in a unique position, that’s for certain.”
“Agreed,
Mr. Cullen. Will you help me? Help my family?” he asked, his teeth blindingly
white against his mocha-colored skin. “It would mean the world to me, to my
children, to my family.”
“I
need to discuss this with my men and do some further research before I can
commit resources, weaponry and the large army you’re requesting,” I answered,
taking off my glasses. “I’m grateful that you came to me for your needs, but we
have to do our due diligence before agreeing to going into business with you.”
Amun’s smile faltered momentarily. I stood up, holding out my hand. “It was a
pleasure to meet you, Amun. I’ll be in touch.”
“Soon,
I hope,” he answered, shaking my hand and trying to crush it with his own.
Jasper
appeared out of nowhere, escorting Amun out of my office and I sat back down,
scowling at his proposal. Amun Cairo dealt with everything that I was morally
opposed – drugs, human trafficking and sex slaves. I pushed the proposal away,
my nose wrinkled. “I’m guessing we’re not going into business with Mr. Creepy?”
Jasper asked, sitting down across from me.
“We
should check him out, even if to see if he’s a potential threat for us,” I said. “His home base is in Atlanta, but
he’s looking to expand up north, to
Chicago, New York and west to Los Angeles. He’s got a dynamic personality and
natural ability to lead but doesn’t trust easily. I’m surprised that he even
reached out to the consortium. Why didn’t he reach out locally first?”
“Maybe
because he doesn’t have any allies down in Atlanta?” Jasper suggested.
“Possibly.
Or, he’s so brutal that his reputation is that of a tyrant,” I offered.
“I
wouldn’t put it past him. He sells women,” Jasper growled. “What an asshole.”
“He’s
trying to expand too quickly and that’s why he needs our help,” I said,
flipping through his proposal again. “His own men don’t trust him. At least,
that’s what I’m garnering from this report. Why should I send down my men to be
killed in this guy’s turf war? For something that I don’t agree with? Yeah.
It’s not gonna happen.”
“For now, we’re doing fine with weaponry and technology. Not as lucrative as in years past, but still kicking ass and taking names,” Jasper nodded.
Amun Cairo
Cullen Towers, the headquarters for Cullen Consortium
Edward's office
Jasper Whitlock, second in command of Cullen Consortium
Break Room
Edward Cullen, capo of the Cullen Consortium
Conference Room
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