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[namenotyourown]

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TIME HAD BEEN SPENT SCOURING THROUGH EVERY LEDGER KNOWN AND THOSE KEPT HIDDEN WHEN PIET TOOK OVER FOR THE DOCKS WITH SOME UNSURPRISING NOTIFICATIONS KEPT SECRET AND CODED FOR CURIOUS EYES. The man he had been could recognise when something was off and with effort could decipher it. It all led to an establishment. Brook’s Club. A gentleman’s one but clientele of high esteem didn’t stop secret goings on from happening.

Having met the new owner at the event, Piet wanted to find out if such business had continued and if it did, he wanted to know about it. When the hour was quiet and barely a soul in the club, Piet entered and went straight for the owner. “We met once before at the ball but here I come on business. The previous owner of this fine establishment had discreet dealings with my predecessor and I am here to see if that is something you are continuing. Different ownership of both places makes it only seem fit that we lay out clear terms and expectations.”

[namenotyourown]

closed starter. @mxchinationfm

DRINK WAS SUPPLIED IN AMPLE QUANTITIES TO RELEASE THOSE OF THEIR INHIBITIONS AND START SOME OF THE INTENDED MATCH MAKING BUT ALWAYS DRANK IN MODERATION FROM THE CROWD OF NOBLES. The rich weaved in and out of the crowd with ease as if it were their place while the common folk either watched or the rare ones made attempt of being part of the crowd. Every person fascinating and offered new looks in the world that was now his home and should, if things went to plan, be the place as Peter Drake would be the final place. “Has anyone caught your eye?” asked to the man with enough good looks to be granted some passing lingering looks from men and women alike. “There are a few who have looked your way.”