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| Topic Started: Monday, 30. March 2015, 12:14 (347 Views) | |
| Leslie | Monday, 30. March 2015, 12:14 Post #1 |
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Chapter 3 Chapter 4: The Big Bank Theory! Bank front view Bank side/front view Bank plaque with fun fact. Prologue It was hard being a spy for your own. It meant making your claws dirty yourself without any henchmen to do it for you but that did mean there was only one you could count on and only one to care for. No trust issues by depending on someone else to help you out. After all she was a Gangrel so she wasn't afraid of a bit of dirt. In the garbage she quickly found what she was looking for. Several letters tasty explained a big secret she could twist into a good thing for him. He probably wouldn't see it like that but if she was persuasive enough he would see the good in her plan. The mistakes of a man would forever hunt him. He should have been smarter. Well actually it's a good thing he wasn't smarter because now she could abuse this little past mistake of his. The letters gave an address that Leslie looked up and even visited. The young woman was obviously someone with a plan and that could only work in her advantage. A few pictures of her, a false account to get in touch with her through Facebook and maybe she had a future friend just in case the meeting with the bank manager would go wrong. Leverage in many forms was allowed of course. All that was left now was getting to know his habits and quirks because routines were a weakness and she could visit him one of these nights. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 3. April 2015, 22:22 Post #2 |
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A young looking girl arrived at the bank. She was dressed in formal clothes. A woman two piece suit. A dark grey pencil skirt, a white blouse under it and a dark grey vest that she had buttoned up. Her hair was up in a tight and delicate knot. She had a small purse with her but it the size didn't matter as it did held precious information. At the counter a lovely lady was sitting. All kind and nice in the way she greeted her. "I have an appointment with the manager." "Of course miss. The 8.30 meeting? Just sign in here and I'll take you to his office." With a nod and a smile she wrote a random name and signature on the list and waited to be taken to the manager. Once in his office the man looked at her and frowned. "I got called asking me for a late appointment with a man about his business and investments he wanted to make. Who are you?" The man was referring to her ghoul who had set the meeting up but he didn't need to know all the information about that. "That was my associate." Her smile was kind and caring but her eyes were distant and cold. The man stood up and was doubting whether to throw her out or listen to her. In that moment of doubt she took an envelop out of her purse which held pictures and copies of the letters she had found. A few she took out of them and threw on the desk together with the rest in the envelop. The man grumbled when he saw his beloved daughter on the pictures and letters in his and hers handwriting. With a furious bang on his desk he opened the door and yelled at the assistant at the counter to go home. Then he closed the door and turned to Leslie. "Look here missy I'm not going to get bullied here. Did my wife send you?" "Relax. No she didn't. I'm here with a business plan and investment points I want to discuss with you. There are people in the city who sometimes need money or exchange dirty money in something clean... things like that. I'm sure you know what I mean?" He frowned and slowly sat down. "So my wife knows nothing?" "Not from me and from the amount of time I've spend watching you and gaining friendship with your daughter I can't say she would ever find out. If you play my game with my rules." Now Leslie hadn't exactly befriended his daughter in person. Some Facebook messages but that was it. While he calmed down Leslie started to explain how it would all go down. She had written it down for him. In the end she made it even more interesting for him. His illegal daughter wanted money to keep this secret quiet but she was becoming greedy and so Leslie let him in on the secret that the way her plan was set up he would get a small percentage of the business that happened her. Fiddling with money, loans, ghost accounts and ghost companies took a lot of work and effort but nothing happened for free for her customers and so he would take a profit from it all as well. "Think about it. It's a win-win situation for you. No one here will notice anything and this..." Her index finger tapped on the picture of his daughter. "... doesn't exist. I'm helping you out here. Keep me happy and you'll be able to keep her happy and earn some money with it perhaps to make your wife happy and settle the mental guilt that way. Trust me I'm the best thing that could have happened to you." Leslie got up and left leaving the man with his thoughts but she had a feeling this wasn't going to be a hard decision for him. "Wait! How do I contact you?" With a graceful swing in her hips she turns around again. "You don't. We contact you." There was a smile playing on her lips. She had always wanted to say that and without a hesitation she disappeared into the night. |
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| Leslie | Saturday, 11. April 2015, 14:16 Post #3 |
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It was time for another visit. Leslie walked in dressed sharply and walked a steady step like she belonged there and owned the place. Her heels clicked beneah her and the sounds left a trail of obedient sounds that demanded attention and announced her arrival. This was the first time she was certain there would be no doubts and trouble and that felt damn good. It didn't take for the manager to find her. He actually looked happy. "Come in and sit down. Want a coffee? Or do you prefer champagne?" Leslie sat down in his office after the door closed and shook her head. "I still have a lot to do this evening. I am a busy woman." "I bet you are. Let's make it quick then. I agree but only if you keep the promise not to tell my wife." "There would be no fun in that. Besides I have no interest in such drama unless you fail me." "I won't. This is too good to let it slip away. Pity you weren't around sooner." "I'll be around for long enough from now on so no need to worry." He stood against his desk, leaning his big butt against it and towering over her seated form. She wasn't intimidated at all. The Gangrel stood up and shook his hand. "Everything will be set up as soon as possible. You won't regret this." she said while she watched the greedy man's face. He didn't seem to care about much than money and maybe his wife not finding out certain secrets. How remarkable humans reacted to the weak points of society. Money being one of them. It had been easy to exploit. "Good night." she gave a gentle caress on his upper arm to sweeten the deal. Such a touch made men like him grin a bit more and feel good. And indeed that foul smelling smile grew bigger and he guided her out with a firm hand resting too low on her back. "Good night and hope to see you again soon." And that was it. Another goal achieved... The End... Chapter 5 Edited by Leslie, Monday, 13. April 2015, 12:35.
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