Illicit Permission

[ngm_xsyndicate]

The man that arrived at the Hellfire Club manor looked like a paunchy, red-bearded man in his forties. In truth this was a highly convincing illusion created by an "illusion bubble" around the man's body. Giving his birth name to the butler, Harrison Turks, rather than his alias, Boss Grey was guided into the building for his building. He took a deep, calming breath, steadying himself. He was a dangerous man who'd taken more than his share of lives, but he was not deluded. He knew the person he was about see could filet him with a thought, but this was necessary if the syndicate was going to make in-roads into the Northeast.

"Wait here. I will inform the Black Queen of your arrival."

Grey just nodded, metaphorically putting his game-face on.

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[ngm_xsyndicate]

Grey thought on that before nodding.

"I believe the Board will find these terms reasonable."

[ngm_hellfire]

"Once they do, you're free to move your enterprises within the city without interference from the Inner Circle of the the Hellfire Club." Which was the most important part of the whole social club.

[ngm_xsyndicate]

He nods once more. "Thank you. When the Board agrees to your terms, do you want contact information for whomever we choose to send as our representative?"

[ngm_hellfire]

"That would be best." She brushed her hand over a spot on the table. When the motion stopped, her fingers were lightly gripping the stem of a glass filled with a dark red liquid.

"Anything else you need?"

[ngm_xsyndicate]

"No, thank you. You've graciously given me enough of your time." Grey stood up, a new illusion bubble returning him to his human disguise. "We'll be in contact once arrangements are made."