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Just Good Business; Apollo, Sugar, Mia and Takeru *ON HOLD*
Topic Started: Sep 17 2016, 05:59 AM (388 Views)
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It finally happened. So many choices laid before Sugar as her mind went down several scenarios each one more frustrating than the last. The critical choice of choosing what to wear..quite literally in this case. Her manicured hands moved from mask to mask before settling on the classic blonde bob with peek-a-boo bangs and blue eyes. Reflections flickered about the mirrored room as a flurry of activity began, as various articles of clothing were strewn about the room in time until black pumps clicked against the concrete flooring of the living room. With a loud huff, the faux blonde rested her shoes against the glass coffee table, as several folded butterfly knives were carefully placed in a slim pouch. It safely secured against her upper left thigh to be covered by a curtain of fabric from the dress. Her attire for the evening was a black floor length dress silted to her thighs with a fashionable backless design.

Black stockings clung to her thighs as a frilly garter belt and suspenders peeked out from the thigh slits in the floor length dress. The accessory was used to distract from the pouch was located just above it. Blowing her bangs from her eyes as Sugar merely glanced at the clock before asking out loud "Remind me again, why exactly we are having to meet with an Italian mafia representative again...at a French cuisine restaurant.." As she merely turned her head in the direction of the noise as her tasteful boss was finally ready.

Apollo hadn't bothered dressing any more sophisticated than usual. After all, usual was a white suit and bowler hat, so he didn't feel like he needed to complicate things any further than they already were in regards to his wardrobe. "Well that's quite simple, the mafia can be a very good customer, and having a friendly relationship with one of their representatives would be a very good asset to have." He straightened the small scarf at his neck as he continued. "Why the French restaurant, well... It's just somewhere I've wanted to go for a while, but it's always got reservations for months, so I recommended that be where we meet with the representative. Would have been hard to get in without the mafia's 'connections'. So, even if this deal goes downhill, at least we got something out of it!" He snickered to himself, thinking his plan absolutely brilliant. A slow clap was provided by Sugar as her voice drawled, dripping with sarcasm "Oh, clever boss of mine, you can do little wrong it seems".

Standing up from her comfortable seat as a faint beeping filled the silence as Sugar glanced down at her phone. A soft swear escaped as manicured nails suddenly seized the crisp sleeve of her boss's suit and began to pull him along after her towards the waiting SUV and driver "Aside from take longer than a woman for dressing. We really cannot be late on this early arrival for that fucking table you just had to have..the ass on the phone was a bit short with me on that matter..". While a curious question still lingered on who exactly their contact would be in this meeting. Hopefully the evening would go..decently well, maybe the food would be good?

He followed behind her, allowing himself to be dragged by his sleeve. "Well, I'd rather show up a minute or so late than show up looking terrible, thank you very much! Appearances are everything. Besides, I am acutely aware of how much time we have left." That last bit was not entirely truthful. As Sugar knew well, Apollo was terrible with time. Thankfully, that silver tongue of his was sharp enough to make most customers ignore the few minutes of lost time. With more professional people like the mafia though, that reliance on words was a bit more questionable.

Thankfully the traffic in Tokyo did not delay their arrival to the posh restaurant. Posh would be an understatement as Sugar spied a vast crystal chandler in the entrance and the apparent 'ass' she had spoken to earlier on the phone. Her normally fluid words felt stuck together like glue as Sugar hastily curled herself against Apollo's arm hissing under her breath "You do the talking, I don't need to go through the wringer again..". It was a half-truth as her nerves in being such a high-class establishment made her gut want to revolt out of fear making a blunder. A false pitched giggle escaped her as curled lashes merely batted at the stiff host announcing in a deep baritone "Ah, I presume you and your..companion are the reserved table in our private upstairs' seating". The word companion was spoken with the smallest inflection of disgust as Sugar kept a sweet smile on her face, while her fingers tightened her grip on Apollo's arm only slightly. SUCH AN ASS Sugar snarled internally as her smile merely twitched in response to the man's cool stare.

Apollo snickered a bit at her insistence on him doing the talking. "Why, don't I always?" He gave her a teasing grin as they were shown to the private room their meeting would be held in. They both knew what could happen when Apollo let Sugar do the talking. It was rarely not horrific.

Several choice words left red tinted lips as Sugar paced around the lavish room hoping to cool her temper and frazzled nerves before the meeting. The interior of the private room was decorated with priceless art that Sugar was tempted to leave tiny holes in out of pure spite. Sitting down in remarkably plush chair as her nerves continued to get the best of her in the form fidgeting. Biting down on her lip as she hastily slipped her hands into Apollo's suit jacket and withdrew his prized lighter, flickering the flame on with ease "Please tell me you have a plan for this entire deal, because I really doubt I will be able to speak more than a few words..without a drink".

A small sigh left Apollo as he surrendered his lighter without any sort of resistance outside of a bit of a glare towards the keepsake thief. He sat back in his own, comfortable chair as he mulled over what she said. "Well, firstly, no drinking. Under any circumstance. Last time we allowed ourselves to partake in liquor, it ended... Well, you know how it ended up. Let's not have a repeat. As for my plan, it's simple. We play nice, we have a good meal, we discuss possible future business opportunities. Then, we can go home. All I need you to do is not look as goddamned nervous as you do now. Relax, we can handle this." The last few words sounded a bit more warm than his usual tone, one could even say, encouraging.

All this nervous energy spawned from her unfortunate indulging of high fashion magazines in her youth, leaving her stunned in the presence of true blue-bloods. It was the power and the way the upper-class held themselves that made her tongue and stomach tie in knots. It all boiled down to her coping with the pressure in the only way she knew how, fidgeting and lavishing her boss with unnecessary attention to keep her mind off of it all. On any other day, if the man requested she hold his lighter like some manservant, it would have been thrown in his face. While today, the mere act was her silently asking for reassurance in her boss's presence.

He let out a small sigh as he found she was still quite nervous. "Sugar, relax." He spoke with authority, but not the normal cold tone his words carried. It sounded less like a boss and more like a father telling their child that a rollercoaster was totally safe. "I'm here, and you know I'm good enough with negotiating to keep a fight from breaking out. Besides, we're dealing with the mafia here, not the usual gangsters we do business with. These people are more professional, as long as we offer good business, we should- we will be fine. Understand?"

The soothing sound of the lighter flicking on and off came to a halt. Sugar exhaled loudly trying to force herself to relax. A strained smile flickered on crimson lips " Yes, I do. My only concern is YOU will talk too much, but given that you are the boss, boss. I put my trust you as I always do when it comes to these..events. Just imagining these finely dressed gentlemen with their expensive Italian loafers is just making me want to puke". A look of disgust crossed her face at the thought, as Sugar merely suggested "Well, shall we perform the role of the brilliant arms dealer with all our luck tonight. By 'our' luck I mean yours..". Trailing off as the orange flame flickered on again as Sugar asked "Light a cigar for good luck boss? Maybe the smoke will sink into these prick's plush carpeting, that will show them for being so..rude towards a guest.". Grudges were something she rarely let go of and even as a professional she wasn't about to start now.


Taking her seat to the left of Apollo as she delicately crossed her legs over the other. Between the piercing blue eyes and the fluff of her blonde bob, and the only slight appearance of the stocking set peeking from behind her attire, her job tonight was simple. Play the pretty piece of arm candy without a second thought in her head, unless she was forced to show her hand. A smirk settled on her face as the games were just about to begin..
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This wouldn't be her first business deal for the year.

The ugly business of organized crime often led to such trappings of civilized discourse, though it can very well become tremendously uncivilized when things went south. But Mia Bellacanto had been schooled to err to the side of diplomacy and good business sense first, and violence later and only when necessary. She could have elected to send Alessandro also, her investigator and fixer in Japan, but the chosen venue had her changing her mind - the restaurant was something she had been enthusiastic to try, but hadn't had a chance to until this evening.

She was resplendent in ivory, white and silver when she arrived; the haute couture gown she wore was of French make, a light, airy confection of silk that emphasized rather than revealed her considerable physical assets, with a snug bodice that molded over her trim waist and the gentle flare of her hips and pooled all the way to the floor. It had a high collar, but left her shoulders and back bare to the touch, a hint of sparkle now and then from the elegant, but understated diamond jewelry she wore, the most unique of which was a rose-and-vine band on her right pinky finger, with the clear gems replacing the blossoms. She wore ivory and lace stilettos that made her even taller than she already was, boosting her height to five feet and ten inches. Even if she had decided to wear a paper bag this evening, her imposing figure alone would draw the eye.

The color of her hair attracted enough attention; silver-white and brushed to a shine, swept away from her face and pinned to the back of her head to make the most of the frame her cheekbones, neck and shoulder made.

But she was also young; for someone who looked so regal, she wasn't even in her twenties - for most, that would be enough not to take her seriously, to underestimate her.

She arrived with an entourage, though its only visible member would be just one: Takeru Igarashi, tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, the dark, dangerous, ominous counterpart to her gleaming stature, wearing a custom, three-piece black suit in seemingly blatant opposition to Apollo's white. But he walked slightly behind and to the side of the Silver Princess, suggesting a relationship that was less than partners and more towards master-servant. The other members of her group blended in with the crowd; Niccolo, in particular, had arrived early before anyone even showed up, quietly reading a tablet at the bar, positioned as such that he could see the rest of the room as well as his mistress. Alessandro was nowhere in sight, though that was typical of the fixer, who preferred to be a nasty surprise to anyone who even dared lay a finger on her.

Takeru pulled out her chair for her; Mia settled in with a light, effortless grace. Tilting her head slightly to Sugar and Apollo, she smiled faintly.

"You'll have to forgive my intrusion," she began, taking out her phone and looking at the words that flashed into her screen from an incoming text, a slight arch of her eyebrow appearing when she read it, before tapping a button and settling the device face down on the tablecloth near her utensils. "Unfortunately, my grandfather's right hand man could not make it to this meeting, but please be assured that your proposal will be communicated to the Akage family word for word. I was also informed that you can order whatever you like, so please don't hesitate."

The Akages - one of Japan's powerful twenty-one Yakuza families, and Mia's maternal line. The Bellacantos often made alliances with other criminal organizations around the world through marriage; her own father had not been exempt from it. Blood, after all, was thicker than water, and stronger than paper.

She waited until a waiter came up to their table, pouring glasses of water and asking whether the group would like a bottle of wine to go with their meal. "That won't be necessary," she told the man. "Whatever we order, pair it with the proper vintage." It wouldn't do to order a whole bottle of red if one of her group elected to order fish or fowl, after all.

"Export restrictions are considerable these days," Mia continued. "Over air and sea. I believe my grandfather is more concerned with the security of the imports more than anything else - how the merchandise is being moved without fear of confiscation." Her violet eyes slid over to Apollo and Sugar over the menu. "He would like for you to address these concerns before he moves forward."

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Apollo let out a calm chuckle and reached into his suit pocket to retrieve one of the cigars he now brought with him on these, more professional deals. "Oh come now, Sugar. You're too quick to spite people. The guy was being presumptuous, yeah, but acting upon anger that's a result of an innocent mistake is a good way to make too many enemies quick. Besides, he probably doesn't even own the place, what would smoking here teach him?" Regardless, he held one of his cigars to the lighter's flame, lighting it before talking a puff. "That said, thank you. I could use one right now."

Though he sure as hell didn't show it, he was nervous. This would be his first time dealing with the mafia. This one meeting could determine his relationship to the rest of the arms dealing world. A lot rode on this one meeting. He was probably more nervous than he was recruiting that one Chimes fellow. Honestly, quite the accomplishment.

When the girl entered, Apollo greeted her with a calm, non-threatening smile. She was certainly not what he was expecting, but you surely would not hear him complaining. The girl was much more pleasant to look at than any sort of associate of her grandfather. Only after this thought did it slap him across the face that he was dealing with the granddaughter of the actual mob boss. That honestly did intimidate Apollo a bit. From his understanding, those in the mafia were especially protective of their daughters and such. Though, to be fair, most of his experience with the mafia was from movies.

Putting all of that aside, Apollo finally opened his mouth. "Well, it's wonderful to meet you, miss. It is an honor being able to meet a part of your family in the first place, I have no qualms with seeing you, rather than your grandfather's friend." He knew he had to pull of a damned good humble act here, his business was the much smaller one here, after all.

He cringed internally at mention of wine, thinking back to the last time he partook in the drinking of booze... he silently decided that he would just skip the wine this time, even though it would likely be his only real chance to drink vintage. He cleared his throat, pushing thoughts of that night to the back of his head. "Ahem. Sugar, do you think you could order for me? I'm not quite sure what to have, and I'm certain whatever I receive will be delicious, given this restaurant's reputation." He spoke with his eyes focused on Mia, not turning to look to his partner when addressing them. Speaking to his subordinate without looking at her gave him an air of composure, made it clear that he was in very much charge of his group. He just had to hope Sugar would go along with it, else his illusion of a serious, well-composed weapons dealer would fall apart in front of the mafia representative.

He kept his hands on each other, away from his face, and kept them as still as he could while his crossed his legs beneath the table. He remained mostly stationary while he spoke, knowing that if he squirmed too much, it would make the woman across the table to him question his composure. "I am well aware of these restrictions, which is why I plan to keep my dealings here in Japan for now. We are still a relatively small, humble workshop out here, but hope to grow with help from your family. When we have the money and resources to import materials and export our products, we will be happy to share even more business with your family." A risky answer, but definitely the truth. With where they were at, Apollo had no idea how they could ship weaponry internationally, and from what he understood, which again, was not much, these mafia-types appreciated honesty.
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