Under New Ownership

Sabadell Financial Center - Brickell Ave. Miami, FL

As was typical late in the afternoons on all but the busiest of work days Cho came to Valentino’s office for a bit of respite from the monotony of work and to share a few minutes of playful flirting and office gossip. Staring out the window, whatever comment that may have been on the diminutive Japanese woman’s pouty lips was interrupted by the sudden opening of the office door, admitting Valentino’s brother and Fabio – an associate sometimes found in the company of the pair of brothers – and a clearly perturbed secretary profusely apologizing for the interruption. The look she cast towards Ernesto was one of disappointment – having chastised him before for barging into the office unannounced – before turning to one of unbridled disgust as it shifted towards Fabio, rolling her eyes at the wink the man offered in response. With a shy "I’ll talk to you later" for Valentino and a polite welcome to Ernesto followed by an uncomfortable and forced smile towards Fabio, Cho quickly exited the expansive office.

"Whoa," Fabio exclaimed as he shifted his hips and made a show of adjusting the front of his pants, "Please tell me you’ve hit that already --- got an ass like a …" Before the second generation Italian fence could elaborate, the taller and considerably more muscular of the pair interrupted with a pointed glare and turned towards his more smartly and elegantly dressed brother.

"We have a job," he stated simply before his mouth began to widen in a slight smirk, "That is if you can find the time away from your cushy ivory tower to mingle with us peasants."

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"Thank you, Keira. It is quite alright."

Valentino comments to his secretary, with a encouraging smile. She was quite new, and Ernesto was an infrequent visitor...and bringing Fabio indicated a serious matter. Maybe an excuse for barging in, or so his brother might think.

"One doesn't choose one's family, eh!"

He nods at Cho as she leaves, maybe a little out of sorts from his most recent rejection, and moves over to his desk, and the comfortable leather swivel chair behind it. He motions to Ernesto and Fabio to help themselves to a drink and take a seat.

His office had a small bar with a selection of mid-range (for his tastes) beverages. White and red wines, small bottles of champagne, french brandy, scottish whisky and a vintage port. Not to mention various soft drinks, nibbles, and all the necessary glassware. He also had a humidor with a range of cigars, but the building being non-smoking he didn't usually offer them around.

His eyebrows raised at Fabio's comment but, as the man was a valued colleague, he judged his brother's glare as sufficient, and held himself back. At least the man had waited for the girl to leave.

He also didn't rise to the bait at his brother's comment on his cushy number, but let them wait for a moment as he poured himself a glass of mineral water. This was, after all, his home turf.

"A job?"

He asks, not bothering to hide his curiosity.

"Tell me about it!"

Smirking, at his brother's ignoring of his comment regarding his seemingly elevated position in the financial world, he took the offered seat - declining the offer of a drink with a small wave of his calloused hands - his slightly dirty, worn jeans and work boots a stark contrast to the office's posh interior. Fabio however, happily accepted the drink offer, sauntering over to Valentino's modest bar to pour a generous glass of Scotch from where he had closed the office door. Leaning back against the wall, his stylish leather jacket and slacks with a button down more in place with the decor than the building contractor Ernesto.

He turned from the fence with an amused snort, his gaze taking in the impressive view before finally meeting the curious eyes of his brother. "It seems some Russian mob boss has fallen out of favor with his superiors ... needless to say his business has suffered. Much of it has been scooped up in house --- but a few are up for grabs."

His brow quirked in question, meeting the younger Licario's steady gaze, "An opportunity to get a foothold, no? However small?"

"I suppose the more lucrative, and illegal, have already been grabbed?"

Valentino comments. His brother was familiar with his attitude to business of that type. That didn't mean that he wouldn't ask for help, or that he wouldn't receive it, but he might consider the asking a bit longer.

"I am all for making the most of opportunities! What time scale are we talking about, and how can I be of help?"

Ernesto shrugged his broad shoulders in response to his brother's comments, "I don't know if it was a question of being lucrative or not --- more they might not be worth the headache. At least in the Russians minds." His eyes drifted towards Fabio as if seeking some sort of confirmation. If the fence had an opinion or anything to offer, he responded only with a knowing smile while knocking back what remained of the Scotch and rose to help his self to another.

"No time table necessarily ... though the more they remain independent the more difficult it will most certainly be to bring them around," he offered, turning is attention once again on his smartly dressed sibling, "You're looking at a massage parlor -- one that specializes in 'happy endings' -- a chop shop, forger, and backroom casino.

"The intel we have is decent ... and we of course will be provided with whatever we need."

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Valentino listens as they outline the situation at the four businesses in question, and then he runs the information through his head for about five minutes, before coming up with a preliminary plan.

"I believe we could offer the massage parlour a standard level of protection in return for a percentage of takings. I can sweeten the offer by suggesting that at least a part of their payment would be covered by the extra business we might put their way. We could even legitimize it by making one of ours a partner in the business, and let him deal with the security personally."

"The casino would require a discreet visit, personally of course. Once I have met the proprietor, I can better guage his needs and disposition towards cooperation."

"I have a friend who could sound out the chop shop for me, at least to begin with. Considering the owner's preference for staying legitimate, do we have a need for a chop shop, or would another relationship be in order?"

"As far as the forger is concerned, if he enjoys his work then we can encourage him to carry it on. Presuming we wish an exclusive deal, what can we offer him beyond protection? Again, I would have to visit him to see if he is the sort to go to the highest bidder. Still, as he is from the OSS, I might be able to appeal to his moral code."

He pauses, and then continues...

"...but considering he worked for the Russians before, he might well not have a moral code."

Ernesto and Fabio shared a knowing glance as Valentino digested the information, the logistics and calculations going through the financier's head the reason they always came to him for his insight - and if they could convince him, to join them outright on their jobs.

After several minutes Valentino relayed his thoughts, eliciting enthusiastic nods from his accomplices. "I'm sure we can come to an agreement with the shop owner that would be less illegal," his brother intoned, "So ... what are you thinking we should hit first?"

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"I think that we could 'hit' them all more or less at the same time."

Valentino replies.

"It wastes the least time, and if we want to haul in all four fish, I don't know how much time we have."

"I think that today I would like to indulge in a massage and a jacuzzi after work, and then maybe play a little roulette."

"I would require enough of a stake to not appear inconsequential. I can provide that myself, or take it from you, as you wish. Whoever invests gets the risk and the winnings. I might as well take a companion with me, and as the massage parlour provides escorts, that fits the bill perfectly, should they be suitable. If not, maybe I will ask Cho."

"I will also require a vehicle. Preferably an oldtimer needing more than an oil change. Maybe even a project car or barn find. Unless, of course, the chop shop has something suitable for sale. If my friend has time, I can let her deal with all that. I know nothing about cars, so I need a decent reconnaisance before we start making any offers."

"While I am enjoying my massage, it would be good if someone could find out some information about the bodyguards at the casino. Can you arrange that? Are they freelance or employed by an agency, or even employed by the casino full time? Are they any good? Do they have any links to people who might cause trouble?"

"That leaves the forger. What do you think, Fabio? That's more your speciality?"

With that man's libido, he might be more interested in visiting the massage parlour, but as useful as he might be, Valentino did not enjoy his company. So, he kept it as a business relationship and didn't spend any more time with him than necessary – which had the added advantage of making their link less obvious....when the man didn't visit him in his office.

Valentino, personally, did not see the point in paying for sex. Although, from a financial point of view taking a girlfriend out was probably more expensive, especially the sort of girls he graduated to, and where he took them!

Sabadell Financial Center - Brickell Ave. Miami, FL

As Valentino deftly laid out his plan, he could help but notice the slight uneasy glances exchanged between his brother and his more unrefined associate. His older brother let him finish, a final glance to Fabio, "Are you sure that's wise brother? Splitting up? The Russian's haven't managed to wrangle these businesses back in line so there must be a reason --- Fabio and I were sort of thinking we'd be the muscle."

Nodding his head slowly in agreement over the lip of his whiskey glass, "So as not to spook anybody, nobody got too close --- any additional information you want we'll have to acquire it ourselves," Fabio added.

"Though your idea to visit the massage parlor and then the casino is a good one," Ernesto stated over his associate, "though from what we're told the owners may need a healthy dose of 'convincing' ". Placing emphasis on convince with air quotes, the elder Licario clearly thought just talking to the couple wasn't going to cut it.

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"I wasn't aware that the Russians were short on muscle."

Valentino replies.

"So, either they applied it and it didn't work, or they didn't bother to apply it."

He shrugs.

"From what you tell me the massage couldn't resist against muscle, the forger probably couldn't either, and neither could the chop shop."

"Whatever, I am not interested in getting involved in a punch-up or a shoot-out. I would, on the other hand, be very grateful to be rescued should things go wrong."

"Still, I am planning to present myself as a customer, and act as a customer. I shall then make contact with the owner as a customer."

The elder Licario shrugged at the younger's reply, "Rumor is they did lose a lot of guys on that incident with the train a few weeks back that was all over the news."

The statement elicited an amused snort from Fabio, "Yeah ... I remember that. Pazzo agents jumped onto a moving train." The fence placed his empty glass on Valentino's desk, right beside the handcrafted wood coasters, oblivious to the water mark the glass was undoubtedly going to leave. "So --- we wait in the car while you get the magic touch?" he chuckled, a slight disappointment to his tone, clearly indicating his preference to playing the 'customer'.

The pair looked towards each other and then at Valentino, shrugging to indicate they had exhausted their knowledge the potential targets, placing the lead on the financier's shoulders.

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Valentino raises his hands in feigned submission, and then winks at Fabio as he surreptitiously moves the whisky glass onto the coaster where it belongs.

"Va bene, va bene, there is no need for you both to spend the whole night in the car. If you want a trip to the casino, why not. Just pretend you don't know me, and no fighting unless they start it! Capisce?"

"While I'm having my massage, try to delve up what you can on those bodyguards, and the forger. Maybe you can get me one of those pager things to press if things get dicey?""

"Now, let's get this show on the road!"

Valentino reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out his mobile phone, and calls Sweet Mama.

The pair that would be happily playing the part of 'the muscle' shared a knowing glance and smile as the more smartly dressed man in the room took charge, seemingly dismissing the two with marching orders and retrieving his phone from the breast pocket of his expensive designer coat.

With a nod of understanding Ernesto and Fabio stood and head for the door, the elder Lacario mimicking a phone with his hands and mouthed 'call me with anything you think you might need' before departing. Whatever inappropriate things Fabio saying to Keira muffled by the heavy wood door.

His cleaning lady, or more like close associate and friend, picked up on the first ring, her Caribbean English accent thick, "Wha canna do fo you Mista Licario?"

"Hello, Sweet Mama! How are you doing today?"

Valentino responds, a grin forming automatically on his face.

"I need a bit of help with a car related issue. Not driving this time. More like your expertise! Can you spare a few hours this evening and tomorrow? It'll be double rate and expenses."

Valentino usually paid 20 dollars an hour, and was generous with bonuses. Not to mention birthday presents and such like. He favoured the personal touch, and knew that if you wanted to have the best people, you had to look after them.

"Good day, Mista Licario, I'm doin jus fine," came the Caribbean woman's bubbly response, "Oh, Ima sho I canna fine some time, anyt'ign fo you --- and you are jus to generous Mista Licario. What do you have in mind?"

Ever reliable, Valentino knew that if she couldn't make it herself she would send one of her many friends or family members as the pair had come to an understanding long ago regarding his sometimes extracurricular activities. The young(ish), dark skinned woman always willing to help out when and where she could with a willingness and exuberance that couldn't help but bring a smile to the well groomed financier's face.

"Well, there is the M&R Auto Repair workshop down in Kendell. I'd like to know if they know their business."

He pauses.

"I mean, REALLY know their business. So I was wondering if you could find some sort of half-derelict sports car, take it down there and see if their faces light up at the idea of working on it, or whether they look at you like you are crazy."

"And, you might consider picking one you like driving, as I might be inclined to keep it!"

"Doh hot yuh head {Don't worry about it} Mista Licario," Sweet Mamma exclaimed, "I know jus who to ax."

There was a slight pause, leaving Valentino the impression she was committing the specifics to memory, "Free up {Relax}, Das meh real horse {That's my good friend} --- a street racer --- he ill know eff dey know deh stuff."

---

"I knew you were the right one to ask!"

Valentino replies.

"I'll be out tonight, but if anything comes up just call me. Oh, and ask your friend to check out the owner of the place. I've heard good things about him, and am considering an investment."

"Call cat George {Call it finished]," her Tobagan slang not unusual in the South Florida city before her tone took on a more serious note, "Company does carry you, but they don't bring you back {bad companions lead you to trouble, but don't bail you out}." Her cautioning words clearly meant to the effect of 'be careful', aware of Valentino's sometime involvement with his brother's more unsavory practices.

His brother and Fabio's disruption and subsequent call to Sweet Mamma took up what remained of the work day, leaving the Financier time to visit home and make whatever preparations for what was stacking up to be a busy night - though perhaps a pleasurable one should the escorts be of the classy variety and the casino downtown was open to new clients.

---

"Thank you, Mama!"

Valentino replies.

Family could get you in trouble, but they could also get you out of it. In his particular case, he only hoped they could get him out of the trouble they got him into. Still family was life and not something he could change. And, if he was honest, it was their business that had paid for his education and allowed him to be where he now was.

King Massage - SW 8th Street, Miami, FL

Leaving directly from work it was only a ten minute drive to the two story building that conveniently offered parking in the rear. Despite the aged facade the interior was quite posh, the young Asian receptionist reminding him Cho - on her shy personality and not that Valentino held to the uneducated philosophy that all Asians looked the same - as she smiled and asked if he had an appointment.

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"I regret that I do not."

Valentino responds to the polite question.

"I must admit that this is a little spontaneous. You were recommended to me, and today I feel the need of a little pampering!"

He smiles in his most charming fashion, showing his perfect white teeth.

"So, must I leave with my tail between my legs, or would you be able to squeeze me in?"


Mission Picks
(R)esource: Reconnaissance, broad (Sweet Mamma - H&R Auto Repair)
(R)esource:
(T)radecraft:
(S)ecurity:
Open (E,S,V, or W): (V)ehicle - Car, classic (1950 Chevrolet Fleetline) - (Sweet Mamma)
Open (E,S,V, or W): (S)ecurity - Casino Invitation

Possessions
Berretta 93R
Sword Cane
Cal 1 Computer, laptop

Common Items
Cell Phone (VIP)
Cell Phone
Attache Case (with interchangeable liners)
Quality Cigars in leather case
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Smiling the young lady shyly averted her eyes, her cheeks coloring ever so slightly. "We offer many different services and packages," she said, regaining her composure and directing the young financier's attention with a sweep of her delicate hand to a screen mounted to the wall beside the reception desk that elegantly listed the various spa treatments and massage therapies offered. Her polite smile seemed to indicate appointment availability would be determined by the service or package selected --- unless he had a plan to address the off book packages offered.

"I think the Ashiatsu would be perfect, and maybe a good soak in your jacuzzi!"

He replies, wondering if he would survive the masseuse walking across his back. Still, you had to take the odd risk in life, and he hadn't tried it before.

The young Asian woman nodded in approval at Valentino's selection, slender fingers manipulating the mouse as her dark eyes centered on the computer monitor in front of her then smiled at it seemed there was an opening. Try as he might he could not place the girl's country of origin, the shape of her eyes and accent didn't quite remind him of Cho's, though the services offered seemed the most likely to be China or Southeast Asia.

"I do have someone available for ashiatsu," she confirmed cheerily, "that is a 90 minute session." Her cheeks colored slightly, eyes drifting away in almost a sort of embarrassment, "We unfortunately do not have a jacuzzi or warm water therapy pool."

"Bene. I think that after a ninety minute session I will be very relaxed, so that will be fine. Besides, I have a busy evening in front of me!"

Valentino replies.

"Perhaps you can arrange for some tea afterwards?"

King Massage - SW 8th Street, Miami, FL

The young lady smiled, nodding her head slowly in assent, her eyes drifting towards the glass instant pot and assortment of teas and leaving Valentino with no doubt that there would be a fresh pot of hot water at the conclusion of his session. Any further exchange with the almost shy receptionist would have to wait, as a petite - yet busty - young Asian woman appeared dressed professionally in what Valentino would recognize as typical attire worn by a masseuse yet worn with a sort of sexual confidence. Smiling and in heavily accented English she welcomed him and motioned for him to follow her. The door she lead him through entered into a hall that ran perpendicular with what was obviously rooms to either side before turning a corner and heading towards the rear at both ends. With a polite sweep of her hand she gestured to the left, escorting the financier to a room at the end of the hall.

"Good evening --- my name is Yume," the alluring young woman said as they entered before gesturing to a paper screen in a corner, "Please remove your clothes as you are comfortable --- some men and women prefer to leave their undergarments on --- and lay on the table. It is heated and I will keep those areas I am not actively working on covered with towels." The screen was situated as such that Yume could begin to set up the room for the massage without glimpsing her client as she deftly began maneuvering silk scarves through 'O' rings attached to the ceiling.

---

Valentino is no novice to the spa environment, and scoops up a short towel as he heads off to get undressed...without undergarments. He returns merely dressed in the towel, and submits himself to the treatment. He begins with small talk and, with the help of a good dose of charm, and a little innuendo, endeavours to draw out some information from the masseuse without causing her, or himself, any embarrassment.

As fate would have it, the arrival of the masseuse had only served to confirm his intention of inviting the receptionist to dinner.

Valentino begins his massage by friendly banter and, mixed with mild flirtaciousness, slowly attempts to find out if the rumours about the establishment are true. He is in that inenviable position of trying to show he finds someone attractive, but at the same time not show interest in them personally. If she is receptive, he also attempts to wangle out of her the name of the receptionist.

Whether it meant much to the charismatic financier or not he found Yume to be quite competent at her craft, easing with well placed foot and toes tension that Valentino did not know he had had. The young lady was shyly receptive, laughing softly at his flirtatious advances and easily picking up on the subtle hints and remarks about the spa's 'extra' services that she just as subtly confirmed whilst admitting that Malee - the cute young receptionist - was not involved at least in the escort capacity with the other side of the business.

Though there was nothing stopping the charming investor from taking the young Thai born woman on a real date he could suppose. She certainly might be able and willing to provide additional details and information over the course of an evening - particularly one disguised as a date.

---

As much as it might be pleasant to go on a date with Malee, Valentino was here to for a reason, and that was to experience the services offered by the establishment. If Malee was not one of their escorts, then she would not do. And, he would not feel right inviting her for a date on false pretenses.

So, he pulls out one of his business cards, and asks Malee if he could speak to her supervisor. They should be the one to choose his escort for the evening, and it would also pave the way for further discussions the day after.

In the meantime, he takes a seat and enjoys the promised tea.

Pleasantly - and unsurprisingly - Valentino returned to the lobby to find a steaming pot of hot water and assortment of teas. Perhaps a bit disappointing that Malee was not included in the spa's more illicit offerings, the charming financier could probably guess that it might make sense to keep the receptionist in the dark on the off chance local law enforcement or worse federal or state questioned the young woman.

The shy smile on the young assistant's face faded slightly when Valentino handed her his card and asked to see the supervisor, the worried look that his massage did not meet his expectations clearly evident as she quickly retreated to the back. Moments passed and Valentino had just enough time to sit down, a cup of tea cooling in his hands, before Malee returned with an older woman in tow. Thanking the young girl she dismissed her to her counter and approached. She was dressed in expensive business attire - a stark contrast to the alluring dress of her younger employees - her extensive make-up barely hiding her sharp European features as she eyed the younger Licario, the narrowed tilt of her eyes and furrowed brow making her look suspicious in lieu of discerning as she sized him up.

"You wished to see me?"

"Yes, I did."

Valentino replies.

"My name is Licario, Valentino Licario. Would you happen to have somewhere where we can talk some....business...in private?"

At the look of the woman, he takes on a more friendly but businesslike tone, and attempts to judge her European heritage. Hopefully she would help by divulging her name.

Though clearly American, her dark hair and sharp features most likely indicated her ancestors - like many Americans - could be traced to the British Isles, Germany, Switzerland, or any of the other Countries immigrants to the 'New World' came from in search of religious freedom and land they could call their own.

"Joline," she responded to the young financier's greeting, her demeanor still cautious though her sharp features relaxed a bit as she smiled politely, "Joline Johnson. What manner of business --- particularly one requiring privacy --- is there to discuss."

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"Pleased to meet you, Joline!"

Valentino replies.

"I would like to discuss your...ahem...range of services. Might I be right that you are the owner of this establishment?"

Her demeanor brightened at the polite and charming introduction, nodding her head enthusiastically in confirmation that she was indeed the owner - or at least part owner along with her husband, Valentino having been privy to the information already via Ernesto and Fabio.

Eager to show of her spa and the services offered she began to sweep her hand towards the TV monitors displaying the various services and treatments before pausing, turning to glance at the smart dressed financier through narrowed eyes realizing there may have been a subtle hint hidden in Valentino's statement that referred to perhaps services not offered on the screen. Her sharp eyes swept passed the young Italian born executive, glancing towards the door suspiciously, before forcing a smile, "Perhaps we should continue this in my office."

Moving aside to allow Valentino to stand, she gestured towards the door to the back with a polite nod of the head as Malee rushed ahead to hold the door for both her boss and charming guest. Joline lead him through the door immediately across the hall, offering the young gentlemen a seat as she moved around her desk and sat. Adjusting her skirt, she politely crossed her legs and turned, eyebrow arching as she waited for Valentino to speak ...

---

Valentino took the offered seat and crossed his own legs, his head quickly scanning the contents of the room, before turning back to Jolene with a wider smile.

"Thank you! I didn't want to appear mysterious, but I did want to be discreet."

He nods at the lady.

"I will be honest with you. I am a businessman, and I am here representing an organization that would be interested in a partnership, a cooperation so to speak. I decided to test your services, and have so far been very pleased by what your offer."

"I have an engagement this evening, and I believe you might be able to arrange a suitable companion to accompany me. She should feel at ease in a, how should I put it, very exclusive environment."

"As far as the rest is concerned, I hope you and your husband might find time to discuss my proposals with me, maybe over a spot of dinner?"

The handsome woman's face betrayed little emotion as she calmly listened to Valentino's request, or requests rather, her eyes narrowing slightly at his mention of an 'organization' he was representing. Her hawk like features taking in the charming financial advisor considering, "I may have what you are looking for, though the rates may be considerable --- this is Miami --- and 'extras' are at additional costs as deemed appropriate by the date."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her body language drifting towards cold, "We've made it clear to the Russki we're not interested in any partnerships at this time."

Softening her tone, Joline offered Valentino a small polite smile, "Now. I'm sure a man such as yourself has exacting tastes. What exactly did you have in mind?"

---

Valentino raises his hand in appreciation.

"Bene. I would have said exactly the same to the Russki! Please don't give me a final answer now. Have a think and talk about it. My family have a rather different Modus Operandi based on mutual benefit, and I believe that in your business you may find some support beneficial, if only to keep the Russki away. Should it help your decision, I will offer you my personal services at a family rate!"

Moving on to a more pleasant topic, Valentino adds..

"I will not be requiring any extras, but charm and intelligent conversation are a must, a more than passable dress sense, and if she would turn a few heads that would be all to the good. Oh, and appreciation of the culinary arts."

He grins fiendishly.

"If I hadn't spoiled this meeting with thoughts of Russians, I might have had the courage to ask you! Still, I doubt your husband would approve."

Whatever thoughts Joline may have had on the reveal that Valentino was not involved with the Russians were hidden behind the woman's impeccably made up face. Instead cracking a smile at the executive's obvious attempt at meaningless flattery, while knowing the comment was made in jest it clearly was appreciated.

"Most of our girls are comfortable in the exclusive type environment you describe --- and we do have mature women available if that is your preference.

"To turn heads --- were you thinking someone more exotic?"

"I would like to leave the choice in your hands, if I may, Jolene. Whoever you think I would enjoy an evening with most, not to mention enjoy my company most!"

He winks.

"We all have to earn money, but if we can we should enjoy doing it!"

Of course, this is also a test of the lady's judgement, he thought. One must know one's customers, and one's employees.

The woman smiled - almost shyly - at the man's continued flirtatious attention, "I believe I have the perfect candidate in mind --- and speaking of earning, we have yet to discuss rates.

"It will be $600 for the evening. Paid in cash --- of which $400 must be paid up front to me, now. The remainder to your date upon meeting up."

She arched an eyebrow with a knowing smirk, "Needless to say you will be responsible for your date's expenses for the evening --- meal, drinks, transportation --- and as I mentioned. Any extras are at the purview of the escort," her tone seeming more practiced than actual concern over Valentino's ability to comply.

"That will all be quite in order."

Valentino responds, pulling out his wallet and extracting the required sum from a small wad of notes.

"If you would be so kind to ask the lady in question to meet me at Mercato Della Pescheria at eight thirty? There will be a table for two reserved in the name of Licario, should she arrive earlier than I."

The sharp features of Joline's face softened, eyes widening slightly in surprise and recognition of one of South Beach's upscale establishments.

"Of course," she exclaimed and accepting the down payment, her eyes drifting towards the financier appraising, "I can say this truthfully --- it has been a real pleasure. Please. Enjoy your evening."

Standing, she straightened her skirt and offered to escort the young Italian out with a motion of her hand towards the door.

Mercato Della Pescheria - Miami Beach, FL

Perhaps as could be predicted, Valentino's date arrived ten to fifteen minutes late, allowing the young financier to order drinks and have them brought to the table before sighting the host approaching. The confident woman at his side, slits in both sides of her dress revealing designer heels and long sexy legs attached to alluring hips that swayed as she walked. Her dress was tasteful, showing off her shape without giving away too much below a face with make up that accented her exotic heritage ...

Valentino thanked his hostess, his face also showing his pleasure. The discussion had not been a resounding success, but it had certainly ended on a positive note, and for that he was thankful. The next days would show if the tree would bear fruit.

He returned, therefore, to his flat in a light-hearted mood, and stood for a while before his wardrobe, contemplating his selection of evening-wear. Not that the average man on the street would notice the difference to what he wore during the day, he supposed. He rarely appeared in anything but a suit, and had not possessed a pair of jeans....well....ever....

With an impulse, Valentino reached for a printed shirt in mid-blue satin with a depiction of lotus flowers in the appropriate colour. A nicely cut single-breasted linen suit followed, in a darker blue and a pair of Taft Prince Double Monk Straps. He pocketed a suitable tie to add later in the evening, as he made his way downstairs.

He arrived at the restaurant about five minutes early, and had time to order himself an espresso and a bottle of sparkling water as he waited for his companion to arrive. When she did, he was glad he had time to recover himself as she crossed the room with Alfredo, for Jolene had kept her end of the bargain. If she wasn't a head turner, he didn't know who was.

As she approached the table, he was all smiles, offering her the traditional kiss on each cheek as he moved to pull out her seat for her..

"Many thanks for joining me at such short notice!"

He offers, returning to his own chair.

"I am Valentino. Very pleased to meet you!"

If his words didn't suffice to make her feel welcome, the typical gestures of the native Italian should serve as reinforcement.

The young woman offered the impeccably dressed executive a polite smile, offering her cheek with practiced ease, lowering herself softly into the offered chair, saying all the appropriate things while appearing every bit of a woman on a first date. "Elaheh," she offered a bit guarded - wise Valentino supposed for one in her profession - as she began to peruse the drink menu with the occasional smile in his direction, immune it seemed for the time being to his charm.

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Realizing that this lady stood somewhat above the crowd and was not impressed by empty flourishes - no doubt she was used to them - Valentino sat back in his chair and endeavoured to do what he had been planning to do this evening. Enjoy himself!

After he had arranged for her to receive more reading matter in the form of the menu and specials list, he leant back and relaxed. He had checked the specials board on entering, and already knew his choice of both food and drink, unless Elaheh was interested in sharing a lobster, of course.

It might have been polite to pretend to study the menu, of course, but.....

Elaheh relaxed a bit as Valentino sat back in his chair, content it seemed to enjoy himself and the company, ordering a Mez-Cato - one of the house specials - and looked over the dinner menu, her eyes drifting over the edge to meet her charming and polite host who seemed to already know his choices.

"Perhaps you could offer a recommendation?" she finally offered feigning shyness.

"I assume also that you were provided the the --- who should we say stipulations for the evening?" the young woman added, dropping the volume of her voice so that Valentino struggled to hear.

"And what may I ask are your expectations of me for the evening?"

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Valentino leans forward to whisper back.

"My expectations? I have none. I would like to enjoy an evening meal and a trip to an exclusive casino with an interesting and atttractive lady. If you do not find my company enjoyable, then you may leave at any time, and will be paid in full."

"If you decide to stay, I will see that you arrive home safely, and then I will return home myself. Until then, treat me as a new acquaintance, friend or business colleague as you wish."

He leans back again, relaxes again, and laughs.

"Recommendations? Well, if you care to share, I would recommend the lobster. I was intending to begin with the octopus. Still, you can't really go far wrong with seafood here."

He leans back in again.

"The steak and pasta are more than respectable, but not really their speciality."

He waves down a hovering waiter, and orders a bottle of La Scolca, one of his favourites. A full-flavoured white, more suited as an accompaniment to food than as a refreshing drink. He also asks Elaheh for her choice of sparkling or still mineral water, and orders a bottle.

Her dark eyes widened slightly, before narrowing behind a smile that appeared both pleasantly surprised and seemingly pleased - leaving the financier to guess his candid and reasonable expectations a breath of fresh air to the young lady who undoubtedly got her fair share of deviants.

"At your pleasure," she said with a slight nod of her head in agreement with his dinner selections. Her smile became more genuine as she placed the menu down, eyes a bit appraising as she politely selected the still mineral water over sparkling.

Her voice lowered once again, "Thank you for the offer but if I don't accompany my date to his or her home then I must insist on taking my own ride share --- You seem like a really nice gentlemen and all but you can never be to careful."

"I shall let you rethink that offer when you have met my driver. If it makes you more comfortable, I can ask her to deliver me home first."

"Well then, let us get at it!"

Valentino orders the octopus, a chopped salad to go with it, and the lobster to follow. Once the waiter has departed, he turns his attention back to his companion.

"So, the name Elaheh seems to indicate the Middle East! Might I ask where you are from?"

He shows genuine interest in her background, asks about her current career (presuming that this was a side affair) and is honest enough to reveal his own, without too many of the sordid details. After all, the name Licario was not a common one, and it was not hard to place amongst the world of......well....crime.

Then, he just followed the conversation where it lead, teasing out information on her hobbies and interests, as well as drawing out her opinions on his own.

Elaheh's eyes widened slightly in surprise, nodding slowly as her mouth pulled up into a slight smirk in indication that she was pleasantly impressed before admitting that the name was Middle Eastern - Persian in fact - and while Valentino could guess that the name was probably not her real one his genuineness coupled with his sophisticated world-wise persona seemed to put the young woman at ease. While still extremely guarded in providing much in the way of her personal details she was finally able to reach a comfort level with the charming financier to disclose that she had been born in Northern Iraq before her family fled persecution at the hands of the then current regime - she was very young at the time and had been raised in the US.

Her interests ran the gambit, typical of young ladies her age living in Miami she loved designer fashion, the beach - recalling unkindly the rocky desert of the land of her birth - and surprisingly MMA. She had no career aspirations. Originally getting into her current vocation in the hopes of earning and saving enough for college before becoming attached to the glitz and glamour it exposed her too. Though if she were to return to school it would be in the technology or medical field.

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Valentino showed pleased surprise as Elaheh mentioned MMA, despite not being interested in the least in performing martial arts personally - unless you counted fencing, of course. He had actually been thinking of requesting from Jolene a girl who could take care of herself, but had left it in the end. As honest as he had been with his story, he hadn't wanted to link up his various activities. There was no benefit in giving the Russki more information than he had to if they happened to be listening in somewhere.

Valentino really did the enjoy the meal with Elaheh, and encouraged her to try out the desserts, although he personally stuck to his espresso. Well, he went for an Espresso Coretto as a bit of a celebration.

When the time was ripe, he messaged Sweet Mama for a ride, and ordered the check.

As per his stated aim Valentino made every effort to enjoy his self, keeping the conversation interesting without prying and encouraging Elaheh to experience what the renown South Beach establishment had to offer. Her somewhat guarded demeanor gradually began to relax, so much so that it was clear that the young lady too was enjoying herself, holding the cool, impeccably dressed financial trader by the arm and laughing with her head leaning on his shoulder as they exited to the Italian's waiting car.

Not unusual when it was expected that his evening activities may extend late into the evening hours, Sweet Mama had sent her nephew. He was well versed in his role as driver and what was expected of him, polite, and responsible - at least when performing his duties as Valentino's driver - though his Auntie confided quite often in her employer that she had concerns over the crowd he hung with and appreciated that Valentino didn't mind having the youth as driver on occasion as it was a lesson in responsibility and money well earned. It was not the young boy's first time driving for the financier and his date, opting for a nice pair of slacks and dark button down shirt in an attempt to be as professional as a young 17 year old could be.

"Wha happenin dey? {What's happening}" the dark skinned youth said by way of greeting, his beaded breads shaking with the accompanying nod. Ensuring the pair were settled he expertly maneuvered the vehicle into the traffic flow, looking into the rear view mirror he addressed Valentino, "Tanty ax dat {Auntie asked that} I give you this --- said you bruh drop it off". Casually an envelope was slipped between the two front seats, the youths eyes drifting occasionally to take in his other passenger before quickly flicking away - Valentino had requested that his date turn heads. "Oh gosh Gyul! {girl} Dat {that} dress dan-dan {sharp looking}, It take yuh {you look good wearing it}," the young man finally worked up the nerve to say. Elaheh while maybe unsure of the meaning, knew a compliment when she heard one and thanked the youth with a smile.

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Ernesto and Fabio had come through, the envelope had contained an invitation and brief work up of the casino and it's proprietor - that on the latter unfortunately was not much more than a picture and confirmation that he never was far from his private security. Whether from a firm or hired direct it was unclear, most likely it took the hours he spent at the spa and dinner for the pair to secure an invitation and as per their agreement were probably inside mingling with the crowd should circumstances turn heated. Adeptly the nephew pulled up to the entrance to the brightly and colorfully lit high rise that had become widely recognized as a Magic City landmark, and expensive piece of real estate - indicative perhaps of the potential earnings the casino could provide.

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Once he had checked out the folder, and its limited contents, Valentino turned back to his two companions, gently probing the young man for information on how he is doing, and whether he was still at school or engaged in some type of employment, but without getting too personal, considering they were not alone.

He also doesn't let Elaheh feel ignored, keeping up the friendly banter. In addition, he asks her if she has much casino experience, as he would like her to lead on the gambling side. He promises her a bonus out of any winnings if she is successful.

Everything discussed, and a basic plan of action formed in his head, he makes his way towards the elevator. He considered asking Sweet Mama's nephew to hang around in case they needed to leave fast, but decided against it. He had no intention of causing trouble, and he didn't want to put Elaleh in any danger anyway. Besides, he had backup.

Miami Tower - Miami, FL

Expertly pocketing the card key - that he knew must be the 'invitation' to the casino - and briefly scanning the write-up hastily scrawled in his brother's hand, Valentino continued to engage the vehicle's two other occupants. The young driver keeping the conversation light - with the occasional glance at the Italian born executive's attractive date - elaborating little on his school and work life. Elaheh for her part admitted having little exposure to casinos, though once it became clear the prominent Miami landmark was their destination confessed having attended clients there before. Well versed in what was expected of him when driving Valentino on an evening among company Jaden quickly exited the car and moved to open the door for Elaheh and extended a hand to politely help her from the car, catching the financier's eye he nodded, "Leh we {let me} know jus' now {in a little while} when yuh wanna pick up"

The well dressed, dark skinned youth then returned to the drivers seat and was merging back into traffic before Valentino could take his date's toned arm in his and turn his attention to the high rise, brightly light building before him and it's expansive glass curtained wall entrance. There was an armed security guard at a desk upon entry, but the old(ish) man barely looked up to return Elaheh's warm smile and pleasant wave. Seemingly more familiar with the gaming club then initially letting on, the young Persian woman deftly snatched the key card from the financial manger's hand, her slender well manicured hands placing it upon the reader with an alluring smile. The small laugh enticing as the doors slowly closed and the elevator began to ascend.

As one would expect of an access card to the penthouse levels the elevator rapidly climbed the structures massive height, the exclusivity and affluence required to afford the lease meaning a direct trip and as the chime sounded their destination the polished doors opened to a crowded yet elegant room. The massive floor to ceiling windows afforded an impressive view of the city and bay, the standard furnishings one would expect from a residence replaced with tables offering all manner of high stakes card games, craps tables, and even a roulette wheel in the sunken area of what must have been the penthouse's living area. There was an elegant bar, where scantily - yet elegant - serving girls were calling out orders to a pair of vested bartenders, and conveniently located in the elevator 'lobby' a cashier's table.

Valentino laughs as Elaheh takes the lead. He wasn't really a betting man, so he was very glad of her assistance on this job. He preferred to put his money somewhere where risk could be minimalized by research, knowledge and experience, rather than blind luck.

Getting out his wallet again, he pulls out four hundred dollar bills from within, and hands them to her.

"Perhaps you could get us some chips, while I arrange for a drink? What would you like?"

He, personally, started off with a Ramazotti with a twist of fresh lemon juice, if they had it. It was always to be relied on to freshen his temperament. He also took the opportunity of ordering an espresso, the quality of coffee being one of the bases of his judgement of a new establishment.

As usual, he treated the serving girls as if they were wearing a beautiful summer dress rather than their elegant appeal to men's baser instincts...

Valentino grinned, drawn out by her exuberance.

"Whatever you wish, milady! Tonight is your night!"

Secretly, he smiled at her choice. He had a few cocktails in his repertoire, but Mojito was his best. Just a touch of Lemon Balm to add a citrus note to the peppermint. And, maybe, he thought for a moment, perhaps some grated chocolate. Mint and chocolate were a combination, so why not in a cocktail.... He'd have to try it.

Valentino was very happy to follow Elaheh's lead. He might not give a strong first impression by following his 'girlfriend' around, but neither would he by showing everyone he didn't have a clue about gambling. So, he tagged along, with half his attention on his companion, and the other half on the general goings on. He keeps his eye open for his backup, but otherwise is looking for familiar faces, especially the owner of the establishment. In addition, of course, he keeps his eye out for the security personell. Considering he had just walked in with a sword stick, either they had no scanning equipment in place, or they just knew and watched. If the former, he wondered if anyone else was armed.

Considering that in the future a basic knowledge of such games might be useful, he did make a mental note of the games on offer for later research. Or, he might just ask his brother, he supposed.

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Like much of the decor in the crowded suite the craps table was high end, the bystanders making room for the beautiful woman who was clearly eager to participate. Valentino for his part followed, gaze carefully taking in the room. His brother and Fabio - who were making no attempt to hide conceal their presence from the financier - offered him a barely perceptible nod of recognition to let him know they were close. The host also was making no attempt to hide, perusing the floor and making small talk and greetings as appropriate.

The smartly dressed executive remained confident that security undoubtedly was around, but none of the men (or women) stood out. A disappointed groan from his date drew his attention back to the elegant table just in time to see the dealer sweep the chip in front of Elaheh away, her mouth slightly pouty as she turned towards him. Recovering quickly she placed her bet and waited for the dice to fly ...

Valentino slipped his arm around Elaheh's waist, smiled at her encouragingly, and murmered in her ear.

"It is not important to win the first battle, but the war!"

He concentrated for the while on the game. There was no rush, and there was merit in showing oneself a good loser....or a good winner, if his luck was in!

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Elaheh let out a disappointed sigh the dice not coming up in her favor. With a small flirty smile towards her benefactor she placed another bet, her breath holding in excitement as once more the dice began their tumble, the older gentlemen wearing a large white cowboy hat and looking a bit out of place in the Miami scene who had made the throw shouting his encouragement.

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