PennySaver
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Just as Marcus had been building his Untouchables, Emelia had been putting together her own team. She hadn't found a catchy name for it yet, though. What did you call a group of men and women whose sole aim was to destroy everything that the 5 generations before them had spent their lives building?
Today, Emelia's team was hard at work. It might not have looked like work; the pair of them were sitting in one of the City's most exclusive restaurants eating a multi-course meal accompanied by thousand a dollar bottles of champagne.
They weren't working alone. A third member of Emelia's as-of-yet-unnamed team was with them. Carter Timms had been Enzo D'Angelo's accountant for almost 40 years. It was estimated that he'd personally laundered more than a billion dollars during his time with the Family.
Carter's loyalty had always been to Enzo D'Angelo first and the Family he led second. It had made recruiting him for the going straight plan a matter of simply asking. Emelia had told Carter of her father's stroke. She'd taken the accountant to see her father, where he'd broken down in despair at the loss of the man who he'd always called his oldest, truest, and most dear friend.
The most important part of Carter's job had been laundering the Family's dirty money through their legitimate businesses. Today, he was expanding the list of legitimate businesses by one. He wasn't buying the D'Angelo's another laundromat, bowling alley, or game arcade, though. He was buying McNamara & Draper, Inc., a $500 million dollar food processing and distribution business.
Sitting with Emelia, Philip, and Carter was a second man, Henry Draper, grandson of one of MDI's founders and current President of the company. He'd been invited to dinner thinking he was meeting new clients. He hadn't recognized either Philip or Carter, who'd been awaiting his arrival. They chatted politely for several minutes before Emelia arrived and sat in the chair next to him.
Draper's eyes had widened, and his mouth had fallen open at the sight of Enzo D'Angelo's daughter. He knew very well who Emelia was, and he'd known immediately that this was not a normal business meeting. To make matters worse, Emelia hadn't arrived alone. By her side, was a strikingly sexy young woman named Rosalee. She took the seat on the opposite side of Draper from Emelia, making him the meat of a most delicious looking sandwich.
Draper had been sleeping with the dark-skinned, dark-haired beauty for several months now. She'd been doing things with, for, and to his body that no other woman ever had. That included his wife, the mother of his five children.
At Emelia's signal, Philip set a business purchase contract before the man and Carter skimmed over the details. Draper sat there in shocked silence during it all. When Carter went silent, Emelia told MDI's current-but-outgoing President, "I think you have to agree that the terms are very fair. After calculating for your company's current debts and obligations, MDI has a net value of approximately $50 million. We are offering you $60 million."
Emelia glanced at Rosalee, who'd been giving her lover flirty glances while also sometimes tracing a fingertip over his arm or shoulder or sometimes -- under the table -- his thigh. Emelia continued, "We also keep your ... entanglements from your wife."
Just in case the man had any thoughts of disclaiming any accusations about his infidelity, Philip held up a small iPad, on which was playing a hidden camera video. In it, Draper was on his hands and knees while Rosalee was jerking off his cock with one hand while her second hand was slipping an audibly buzzing dildo in and out of his ass.
After a long moment of silence, the stunned man murmured hesitantly, "Do you have ... any idea of who you are fucking with?"
Draper wasn't threatening Emelia with any harm that he himself might incur her. But looking up into her eyes, he could see that she knew exactly about whom he was talking.
What made Draper's company exceptionally special for the D'Angelo Family wasn't simply that the business's size and turnover of products made it perfect for funneling through great sums of dirty money. What made taking control of MDI a major coup for the D'Angelo's was that currently it was secretly controlled by the D'Amato Family.
And better yet, in just over a year from now when the City's new stadium opened, MDI would be the sole provider of concessions for its 50,000-max occupancy for Major League Baseball's newest expansion team, as well as for those attendees for Major League soccer games, music concerts, and more.
"If I sign this," Draper said about the contract before him, "they'll kill me. And then ... they'll kill you. You'll start a war. I'm no expert in organized crime, but--"
"Lucky for you, Mister Draper," Emelia interrupted, "I am an expert in organized crime." She gestured toward the paper, saying politely, "At the bottom, on the left, please."
Draper hesitated. He didn't want to do this. But looking from the daughter of one of the City's most powerful mobsters to the man beside her with the bulge under his arm to the sexy woman beside him who knew his body more intimately than he did his own, he knew he didn't have much of a choice.
He scribbled his signature and set the pen aside. Emelia took the document, signed it, then slid it across to Carter. The accountant signed it, too, then took out his Notary stamp and finished the sale. He pulled an envelope from his suit jacket, handing it to Emelia. She pulled a sheet of paper out and handed it to Draper.
"$10 million dollars in a Cayman's bank, so you can avoid some of the taxes," she told him. "As soon as the lawyers have gotten the papers through the City and MDI is, in fact, mine, the balance will be deposited."
"Caymans...?" Draper asked.
"Well, it's like you said," Emelia explained. "The D'Amato's aren't going to be happy with you. They're not going to care that you didn't have much of a choice in the matter. So--"
"This would be a good time for me to start a long vacation," Draper filled in. Emelia smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Draper glanced to Rosalee with a hopeful expression but only got a light shake of her head. He looked to the proof of deposit and mumbled, "Didn't think so."
They made their farewells and then made their exits. The next day, Carter filed the paperwork with the City's Business Licenses Division. Even before end of business that day, Gionvanni D'Amato was made aware of how he'd been fucked by the 25-year-old daughter of his greatest business rival. And by sundown, his plans for revenge were already underway.
Just as Marcus had been building his Untouchables, Emelia had been putting together her own team. She hadn't found a catchy name for it yet, though. What did you call a group of men and women whose sole aim was to destroy everything that the 5 generations before them had spent their lives building?
Today, Emelia's team was hard at work. It might not have looked like work; the pair of them were sitting in one of the City's most exclusive restaurants eating a multi-course meal accompanied by thousand a dollar bottles of champagne.
They weren't working alone. A third member of Emelia's as-of-yet-unnamed team was with them. Carter Timms had been Enzo D'Angelo's accountant for almost 40 years. It was estimated that he'd personally laundered more than a billion dollars during his time with the Family.
Carter's loyalty had always been to Enzo D'Angelo first and the Family he led second. It had made recruiting him for the going straight plan a matter of simply asking. Emelia had told Carter of her father's stroke. She'd taken the accountant to see her father, where he'd broken down in despair at the loss of the man who he'd always called his oldest, truest, and most dear friend.
The most important part of Carter's job had been laundering the Family's dirty money through their legitimate businesses. Today, he was expanding the list of legitimate businesses by one. He wasn't buying the D'Angelo's another laundromat, bowling alley, or game arcade, though. He was buying McNamara & Draper, Inc., a $500 million dollar food processing and distribution business.
Sitting with Emelia, Philip, and Carter was a second man, Henry Draper, grandson of one of MDI's founders and current President of the company. He'd been invited to dinner thinking he was meeting new clients. He hadn't recognized either Philip or Carter, who'd been awaiting his arrival. They chatted politely for several minutes before Emelia arrived and sat in the chair next to him.
Draper's eyes had widened, and his mouth had fallen open at the sight of Enzo D'Angelo's daughter. He knew very well who Emelia was, and he'd known immediately that this was not a normal business meeting. To make matters worse, Emelia hadn't arrived alone. By her side, was a strikingly sexy young woman named Rosalee. She took the seat on the opposite side of Draper from Emelia, making him the meat of a most delicious looking sandwich.
Draper had been sleeping with the dark-skinned, dark-haired beauty for several months now. She'd been doing things with, for, and to his body that no other woman ever had. That included his wife, the mother of his five children.
At Emelia's signal, Philip set a business purchase contract before the man and Carter skimmed over the details. Draper sat there in shocked silence during it all. When Carter went silent, Emelia told MDI's current-but-outgoing President, "I think you have to agree that the terms are very fair. After calculating for your company's current debts and obligations, MDI has a net value of approximately $50 million. We are offering you $60 million."
Emelia glanced at Rosalee, who'd been giving her lover flirty glances while also sometimes tracing a fingertip over his arm or shoulder or sometimes -- under the table -- his thigh. Emelia continued, "We also keep your ... entanglements from your wife."
Just in case the man had any thoughts of disclaiming any accusations about his infidelity, Philip held up a small iPad, on which was playing a hidden camera video. In it, Draper was on his hands and knees while Rosalee was jerking off his cock with one hand while her second hand was slipping an audibly buzzing dildo in and out of his ass.
After a long moment of silence, the stunned man murmured hesitantly, "Do you have ... any idea of who you are fucking with?"
Draper wasn't threatening Emelia with any harm that he himself might incur her. But looking up into her eyes, he could see that she knew exactly about whom he was talking.
What made Draper's company exceptionally special for the D'Angelo Family wasn't simply that the business's size and turnover of products made it perfect for funneling through great sums of dirty money. What made taking control of MDI a major coup for the D'Angelo's was that currently it was secretly controlled by the D'Amato Family.
And better yet, in just over a year from now when the City's new stadium opened, MDI would be the sole provider of concessions for its 50,000-max occupancy for Major League Baseball's newest expansion team, as well as for those attendees for Major League soccer games, music concerts, and more.
"If I sign this," Draper said about the contract before him, "they'll kill me. And then ... they'll kill you. You'll start a war. I'm no expert in organized crime, but--"
"Lucky for you, Mister Draper," Emelia interrupted, "I am an expert in organized crime." She gestured toward the paper, saying politely, "At the bottom, on the left, please."
Draper hesitated. He didn't want to do this. But looking from the daughter of one of the City's most powerful mobsters to the man beside her with the bulge under his arm to the sexy woman beside him who knew his body more intimately than he did his own, he knew he didn't have much of a choice.
He scribbled his signature and set the pen aside. Emelia took the document, signed it, then slid it across to Carter. The accountant signed it, too, then took out his Notary stamp and finished the sale. He pulled an envelope from his suit jacket, handing it to Emelia. She pulled a sheet of paper out and handed it to Draper.
"$10 million dollars in a Cayman's bank, so you can avoid some of the taxes," she told him. "As soon as the lawyers have gotten the papers through the City and MDI is, in fact, mine, the balance will be deposited."
"Caymans...?" Draper asked.
"Well, it's like you said," Emelia explained. "The D'Amato's aren't going to be happy with you. They're not going to care that you didn't have much of a choice in the matter. So--"
"This would be a good time for me to start a long vacation," Draper filled in. Emelia smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Draper glanced to Rosalee with a hopeful expression but only got a light shake of her head. He looked to the proof of deposit and mumbled, "Didn't think so."
They made their farewells and then made their exits. The next day, Carter filed the paperwork with the City's Business Licenses Division. Even before end of business that day, Gionvanni D'Amato was made aware of how he'd been fucked by the 25-year-old daughter of his greatest business rival. And by sundown, his plans for revenge were already underway.
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