FOR: @hailisopen WHEN: 1st of May, 2023. WHERE: Main Town Street, Hail.
Pitiful town, he thought with a sneer, encased in the deep expensive leather interior of the sleek black Lexus that was parked on the main street of Hail, Canada. People went about their usual day, the afternoon sun beating down upon his skin, an oddity. But on the scale of things this place looked like a disaster movie after what had happened. His business partner wanted a good price on the land, and a much more condescend one seeing the condition it'd been left in.
Stepping out, he smoothed down the lapels of his jacket an re-did his button. Always a picture of pristine calm and dominance as he spotted the figure beside him, a grin etching onto his pearly whites.
''Smell that, Jorge---'' Ricardo started, pulling on his leather gloves.
His associate took the spot beside him, although he presented at least six inches shorter than Ricardo. He reached up and sniffed the air around him, brows furrowing as he tried to place the scent that Ricardo had been talking about as he gave a shake of his head. ''Not quite sure what you mean, Mr Vivaldi.''
Instantly Ricardo's head threw back and laughed.
''No, you fucking idiot-- '' They'd been friends long enough that they could joke from time to time, albeit, a rarity. ''I meant money. I can smell the amount of cash we're going to make off this place.'' They had work to do though, turning on his spot, he spotted someone walking passed.
''Excuse me --- '' He called, throwing on that business-man persona. ''Where can I find the Council for this...'' Shit hole? ''Beautiful town.''
