𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐈

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐕

. . .

"Keisuke?" Francis repeated "What? Why does he need you?"

I shrugged

"Well. he has my number now," I said softly "He'll call me soon enough."

"pourquoi pourtant ?" Étienne said arising from his seat. "Why would he need to call you?"(French translation. pourquoi pourtant?- why though?")

"A proposal." I said glancing at the two. "I see he's finally come to his senses to make a deal with us."

"What does he need? Everyone knows him. Hell he's even the face of Japan. He has everything does he not?"

I paused, nibbling at the flesh on the inside of my cheek.

He was right

"mhm. Make sure nothing about my name and whereabouts resurface." I said pointing at Francis's computer. "Watch that computer and monitor anything out of the ordinary."

"I'll be in my main office." I announced "I'll let you both know if he calls."

"d'accord" They said in union.

(ok)

I turned away and headed out of the door. Our building was small. 3 people leading one of the most successful mafias in Europe. We were young.

Two being 27 years old and one 21 year old, myself.

My hands rested on my sides as I began walking towards the wooden staircase that lead to a lone room upstairs, my office.

My palm ran against the railing of the staircase, my heels echoed with each press against the wooden steps.

. . .

I was typing an email to a mafia leader in Madrid, Spain, asking if he would trade 750,000 in exchange for guaranteed profiting for the next year.

We needed more technology, meaning I would have to re install everything. 750K is about the price but the profit from that amount would be tremendous

giving the Spanish leader around 15% being generous as we needed the money

and I couldn't buy new equipment here as the prime minister despised me and wouldn't allow us to get things that were that expensive.

I was known and respected in France, they had an idea of what I did but there was no proof.

The Prime ministers and the Government hated me and they casually spoke on their hatred against me whenever they had the chance.

My phone began to vibrate against the desk, I was getting a phone call. I lifted the phone of the desk, looking at the screen.

I didn't recognise the number but the area code was from Japan.

A wave of nervousness washed over me and I swiped right, answering the call.

"Aesira Cadieux Cortez speaking." I stated calmly playing with a pen.

"Good afternoon, Miss Aesira" A deep voice laced with extreme authority responded. "Baji Keisuke, here to talk.

I tried my best to hide to excitement coursing through my veins.

"Ah, Mr Keisuke" I responded crossing my legs. " I was wondering when you were going to call. I've been expecting it."

I heard him hum silently

"Well, miss Aesira I have a proposal." He began. I could hear him tapping a pen against a desk. "I've been told you've never experienced a dept. A profiting professional," I smiled to my self

I connected my phone to my computer and began typing in the number, tracing where he was. Tokyo, Japan south of the building.

"Calling of your personal number Keisuke?" I questioned. He let out a noise but I wasn't sure it he was clearing his throat or laughing. It was hard to tell.

"Yes, miss cortez. he answered. " I wanted you, to know that, you could trust me. I come to you in need of... your assistance."

I stayed quiet for a bit.

"Well what are you looking for?" I questioned him

"A deal with you," He offered. " A deal with you that would last forever."

. . .

authors note: Aesira isn't the leader of the mafia btw...Étienneis but she does most of the stuff a leader would do.

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