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“Lady Shade is my new companion, and you both know that a hundred years to the span of an immortals life is a drop in the bucket. We plan to have some fun, that’s all.”
"I don't like it." Hunter crossed his arms mirroring Caleb’s body language.
" His choice. You don't have to like it." Dom moved breaking the tension. "As long as it doesn’t impede business, you’re a big boy. We can share you with some demon harem whore. And when you tire of her in a few we'll gladly pass her around for you."
“Thanks dad… so glad you’re in my corner. But let me get something straight. Lady Shade is not a whore, not in the least. You think I would bind myself, and let myself be Shadow marked for a common demon? She’s royal, same as you or me… and she will be treated with a modicum of respect, or you won’t meet her. And I know you are both dying to.”
Dom smirked. "You know Hunter I think he likes her."
"And that makes things even worse."
Caleb scoffed. “Of course I like her; I couldn’t deal with c-note with her if I didn’t. Now will you just stop your doom saying and get down to business. Who I am fucking shouldn’t have taken up this much time, to say the least.”
"Of course. You’re right completely."
"Lady Shade. Didn't I threaten her with a painful death?"
"Wouldn’t be the first time Hunter. Is that the sound of a penny dropping?"
" Wait isn't her father the CEO of Vasic industries?"
Caleb shrugged. “Last name is Loganazzi.” He said and walked around his desk again and sat down. He punched up the security camera again to check on her and was happy to see her still abed and wrapped in Shadows.
"Last name has nothing to do with the company." Dom shrugged.
“Then your guess is as good as mine? Would you like me to go wake her up and ask her?” he asked in a flippant tone. “What is the point anyway?”
"The name Vasic means nothing to you? How about Vastec?" Dom shook his head with a sigh. "And here I thought you were relatively informed in the world."
"Weapons. Daddy’s a war monger. Good guy...ish. I wouldn't like to bind his daughter for a hundred year but eh each to his own."
Caleb shrugged. “First, unless it has to do with our normal fair of consumables, I pay no attention. All those other pies you have your fingers in, especially the weapons of mass destruction, I have no interest in. Second, big daddy demon doesn’t scare me, and that’s not me being a big swinging dick.”
Djinn weren’t easily dispatched, and they both knew it. Her father could decide to start a blood feud over everything, and he wouldn’t do anything more then lose choice members of his house. There was a good reason why Djinn kept their real natures hidden from everything: there were only three ways to kill them to a true death, and outside of the nobility, maybe a handful of entities knew, and they weren’t talking because they were consorted to a Djinn.
"Weapons of mass destruction? Where do you get these ideas from?" Hunter coughed. "We have no fingers in such pie."
"And that's our official line. Let’s move on, I’m getting bored with this. The shipment?"
“Fifty girls from Estonia and fifty from Cro atia, all on time. Should be at the compound tomorrow. Oh and Redfield sent you this,” he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a thick envelope and passed it across the desk to Dom. “All documentations needed for the 100.”
Dom skimmed through the papers before passing them onto Hunter. "Excellent, the money will be in your accounts by midday tomorrow."
"This thing that you’re playing at," Hunter asked not looking up from the papers which he had now pulled out and was sorting into groups. "It’s not going to grow you a conscience all of a sudden, because that would be very bad for my business Djinn. It would be bad for your demon to become a threat to me Caleb. I crush threats."
"Did you just threaten to crush a demon? You need to stop spending time in Eastern Europe, besides
"I don't like it." Hunter crossed his arms mirroring Caleb’s body language.
" His choice. You don't have to like it." Dom moved breaking the tension. "As long as it doesn’t impede business, you’re a big boy. We can share you with some demon harem whore. And when you tire of her in a few we'll gladly pass her around for you."
“Thanks dad… so glad you’re in my corner. But let me get something straight. Lady Shade is not a whore, not in the least. You think I would bind myself, and let myself be Shadow marked for a common demon? She’s royal, same as you or me… and she will be treated with a modicum of respect, or you won’t meet her. And I know you are both dying to.”
Dom smirked. "You know Hunter I think he likes her."
"And that makes things even worse."
Caleb scoffed. “Of course I like her; I couldn’t deal with c-note with her if I didn’t. Now will you just stop your doom saying and get down to business. Who I am fucking shouldn’t have taken up this much time, to say the least.”
"Of course. You’re right completely."
"Lady Shade. Didn't I threaten her with a painful death?"
"Wouldn’t be the first time Hunter. Is that the sound of a penny dropping?"
" Wait isn't her father the CEO of Vasic industries?"
Caleb shrugged. “Last name is Loganazzi.” He said and walked around his desk again and sat down. He punched up the security camera again to check on her and was happy to see her still abed and wrapped in Shadows.
"Last name has nothing to do with the company." Dom shrugged.
“Then your guess is as good as mine? Would you like me to go wake her up and ask her?” he asked in a flippant tone. “What is the point anyway?”
"The name Vasic means nothing to you? How about Vastec?" Dom shook his head with a sigh. "And here I thought you were relatively informed in the world."
"Weapons. Daddy’s a war monger. Good guy...ish. I wouldn't like to bind his daughter for a hundred year but eh each to his own."
Caleb shrugged. “First, unless it has to do with our normal fair of consumables, I pay no attention. All those other pies you have your fingers in, especially the weapons of mass destruction, I have no interest in. Second, big daddy demon doesn’t scare me, and that’s not me being a big swinging dick.”
Djinn weren’t easily dispatched, and they both knew it. Her father could decide to start a blood feud over everything, and he wouldn’t do anything more then lose choice members of his house. There was a good reason why Djinn kept their real natures hidden from everything: there were only three ways to kill them to a true death, and outside of the nobility, maybe a handful of entities knew, and they weren’t talking because they were consorted to a Djinn.
"Weapons of mass destruction? Where do you get these ideas from?" Hunter coughed. "We have no fingers in such pie."
"And that's our official line. Let’s move on, I’m getting bored with this. The shipment?"
“Fifty girls from Estonia and fifty from Cro atia, all on time. Should be at the compound tomorrow. Oh and Redfield sent you this,” he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a thick envelope and passed it across the desk to Dom. “All documentations needed for the 100.”
Dom skimmed through the papers before passing them onto Hunter. "Excellent, the money will be in your accounts by midday tomorrow."
"This thing that you’re playing at," Hunter asked not looking up from the papers which he had now pulled out and was sorting into groups. "It’s not going to grow you a conscience all of a sudden, because that would be very bad for my business Djinn. It would be bad for your demon to become a threat to me Caleb. I crush threats."
"Did you just threaten to crush a demon? You need to stop spending time in Eastern Europe, besides
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