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And a rebuttal would come. In the form of an inquisitive raise of the eyebrow. "And what's in it for us? Money is nothing but a thing, and I have plenty of it. These ports supply enough income to feed my entire state if I saw it fit. And even then, if you were to pay me in money, I only accept money from those I trust. Those who could think of me as a partner. Those that I see the same way." This statement was only enhanced by the fact that Kell was looking down at Imelda, and Imelda could all but feel the woman's eyes boring into the back of her skull. Yeah, she did come into this meeting with a disrespectful attitude and now it was biting her in the ass, however if she were to back down now then she’s all but lost this agreement. It was important to Imelda that she held her ground here, to establish that they were on the same ground.Coding done by S_E
“I will not ask again.” And Imelda knew that she meant it. Fuck, one of them was going to have to cave and that person looked like it was going to be Imelda. See, they needed this port, especially because it’s Imelda’s gateway to usurping the boss position. She was not here on behalf of the Vanetti family, but she sure as hell was going to use their resources. Getting this down and done was going to allow her a steady flow of cash, money, and even a place to store goods that was basically untouchable by anyone in her family. That being said, reluctantly, Imelda stood up and turned around to face Kell eye to eye.
A sigh would leave Vanetti's lips as she spoke up. “What do you need done?” The vagueness of Kell’s speech was implicit; she didn't want Imelda to give her a good deal, rather she wanted Imelda to do what she needed to be done. Honestly, Imelda couldn’t begin to wonder why she was going to do this task rather than one of Kell’s lackeys but this worry would be squashed soon enough as the other woman continued. “I’m glad you asked.”
“I have a thorn in my beautiful rose bush. Just one. Not enough to go looking for it, but its always there being a pain. This thorn comes from your lands, on small little island. Sar-”
“Sardinia.” Imelda cut her off, knowing where this was going. It wasn’t a surprise, the family that ran Sardinia has started to become a thorn in Imelda’s side too. The Sardana were pretty much untouched by the collapse of the old Cosa, and honestly it was a surprise that they were even a part of it in the first place considering that their home turf was so far away. Makes Imelda wonder what the old guys had to do to get them. “They seem like the type. The kind to overstep and take what they please.”
A smile found its way on Kell’s face. “The language of your people, no?” She spoke with adversity while Imelda just rolled her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood for this right now. “Anyway, I need you to remove this thorn. They’ve been taking my people, employees and civilians alike, never to be seen again. With what little I’ve been able to look into it, they’ve been tracked to a building on this island before the trail goes dark. It seems tracking does not work and they think they can do as they please.”
“So if I got this straight, I fix this issue for you then… perhaps we can come to an agreement?” Imelda was really trying to wrap it up by this point. The meeting was going places that she wasn’t expecting nor was she comfortable with. Owing debts was something that has always gotten on her bad side, like a gun was placed at the back of her head. It could fire at any moment if she didn’t do what was said. So maybe it was actually a problem with authority?
“We’ll see.” And with that Kell left, spinning on her heel and leaving about as fast as she came. Imelda was not a fan of that woman, but with supply and demand being a very real thing she didn’t have a choice. Looks like there was another target on her map: