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Victoria walked back to the desk and took some folders out of a closed drawer. They were all brown-ish, yellow and pretty thick. They contained new cons for making the drug busisness easier. "My father was a briliant man, we all know that but I decided to go a different direction with the business. In this folder you will find 4 new operations I'm working on." After handing the folders to all the persons in the room she walked back and leaned against the desk.

The Lelie Club
The Lelie Club would be a gentlemens club, with only high clientele. No more selling to individuals, only high busisness men or women. It will make more profit and the fear of being caught is reduced due to the 'what happens in the Lelie club, stays in the Lelie club' clause, which can be found in the contract they sign at the beginning of joining. The clientele can sell al they want, if they get caught, it is their responsibility. We will also start a new private service, where when asked, the men can get an escort for the night. Its very pricy but I have already a clientlist who are begging for this to start. The private escort service will be the cover up for the drug ring. There is already a 'get out of jail free' plan if we get caught.

The elderly Housing
In all of New york, we have set up a couple of elderly to live in a nice suburbia neighborhood. There will come growing rooms under the house. Also, each house shall have a pool, to cover up the smell. The chlorine should do the trick and hide the smell. A cleaning lady and gardaner will go there every day, they will be the once to grow and produce the drugs. A default plan has been set up, if there is trouble.

The shapeshifters Reveal
A tiny drug gang has been set up,only consisting of shapeshifters, on the east side of Manhatten. We made sure that the cops would look there and bust them. The cops will think they found the biggest drug sceem in New York and leave us alone for a while. The shapeshifters will be bust out of jail and go about in life in a different form. It will be pricy because they are going to hold the drugs they find but in the end we will profit even more.

The factory productions
We bought an abandoned warehouse, under a different name and we will produce drugs there and sugar, as a cover story. There will be no more supplies coming from San Francisco, instead we will produce our own drugs. This will also reduce the possibility of getting caught since we don't have to ship it anymore.

During the quiet, while the men were reading the projects, Victoria sat in her chair. After a while she continued. "What do you think guys? I know its a lot of change. But trust me! It will be all in the Mignons favor."

As for the Bad Dogs police problem, that was something she had dealth with herself. She and her father had a lot in common but the powers they each had wasn't one of them. Victoria could manipulate through touch and with her succubus side make anyone feel lust, even so love towards her,men and women, which came in handy with the cops. "I have taken care of your cop problem, Bad. But please, I strongly ask you to get your business in order. I'm not going to have sex with any of the cops to get you out, there is only so much I can do with touch." A little smile appeared on her face, barely visible but there. "So? Did I handle everything?"

A gruff voice answered the, clearly agitated, along with the sound of shuffling, "What? I'm busy." Of course she was a liar, if she was busy she was busy with sleeping off her last task. Maybe if she had recognized the number she wouldn't answered with a more decent tone. Strangers, though, didn't have that privilege and especially not from her.

"Well?" she pushed whoever was on the other line to speak, "Whaddya want?"

"Victoria Langsly is here to talk to you. It's important" he said to Clove before walking towards Victoria. "She's on the line" Darren said to her. Darren also payed attention to the operations that Victoria set up and so far they seem well put together. One thing that he is glad is that she knows what she's doing, it looks like she will be quite effective as leader.

Taking the phone from Darren, she excuses herself and answers. "Clover? Its Vicky. I need you to come to New york as fast as you can. I need your help with solving a murder and getting a vampire straight. That vampire being my brother." Victoria smiles as she hears Clovers voice. Clover was a long time friend from when Victoria studied abroad. "How soon can you get here?" She hung up the phone and nodded satisfied.

"Before everyone goes, I'm going to pick a new right hand. If any of you are up for the task, you can tell me. At the end of this week, I will be chosing my right hand." After bowing, she said goodbye to everyone. She also invited everyone to dinner on friday, so she could announce, who was going to be her new right hand.

Mako had been hanging around by the doorway leaning on the wall, when Victoria announced she was picking a new right hand man immediately Mako's hand sprung up like a jack rabbit escaping a coyote. with an enthusiastic voice Mako said "Yo, Vicky i'd like to toss my hat into the ring for this one."

Mako thought he had been a close friend and associate of Mr. Mignon for a number of years, he saw Victoria as almost like a little sister. He was hopeful that this would be his chance to step up and finally have the chance to make his name well known throughout all the families and across New York as a whole.

He smirks a bit. "I wouldn't be a spy worth my salt if I didn't know where my boss is, and what's bothering them, my condolences by the by, he was a good man." He said with a straight faced nod. "Good to see a prime replacement to him take the chair."

Still standing, he said "I also think I'm up for the task" after Mako announced his interest as right hand man for Victoria. Being right hand man wasn't something that he eyed for a while but it's a job that he thought he would be able to do. He was effective at getting things done and this position might work with him. He didn't think however that it would be a big deal if he wasn't picked but it was worth mentioning his interest anyway.

He is simply standing next to her desk, looking at her and waiting for a response to what he had said. Silent and straight faced, putting his fadora atop his head again.

When both Mako and Darren replied that they wanted to be a right hand, she nodded. She led everyone out of the office. "It's been a really long day. And I have a dinnerparty later with the mayor, I have to get ready. I will all see you at the dinner on friday." She said goodbye and closed the door behind everyone.

Friday: Night of the dinner.

The dinner was hosted at the Mignon mansion. The diningroom was big, had a high ceiling. The dinner table stood in the middle of the room and was surrounded by antique closets and cabinets. An antique clock stood by one of the windows, the walls were full of beautiful paintings and some family pictures of the past couple of generations. The windows were draped with satin curtains, the dining table was made of a beautiful mahogany with exquisite embroidery on the sides.

Victoria was sipping a cocktail and talking to Clover. she wore a beautiful strapless black tight dress with a leg split, lace pattern covered a part of her shoulder, keeping up the dress. Her long hair, curled and lose on her back and her lips bright red, matching her red hair.

OOC: Darren, not Draco.

OOC: OOPs sorry.

Mako entered the room wearing an all white suit with matching fedora, he also had a pair of sunglasses on. Mako walked up to Victoria and bowed "Nice to see you again madam." Mako said as he gave a small hug. Mako then walked to his seat at the table which was adjacent to Victoria.

Mako then removed his hat and sunglasses and sat down. waiting for the other dinner guests to arrive.

Darren entered the room after Mako did; he was wearing a black suit. "Good to see you again" he said to Victoria when he saw her, before sitting down at his seat at the table to wait for the others. He glanced around at the dining room as he waited, taking in the sight.

The mercenary couldn't say that her friend hadn't gotten older since she was last seen. She could recall the time when she thought that Victoria was some bratty kid who lived off the wealth of her father, but that was only an assumption and later in time it was proved wrong. Now they were companions despite living on two different sides of the world, and it was only favors that brought them together it seemed. Even so, Clove was there, ever so irritated by the formality of the place, being used to her life of solitude and work. She hunted for a living. Hunters don't live in paradise.

"Well don't you look like a princess," Clove commented under her breath as she brought the delicate little glass to her lips to swallow down the remaining moscato wine. Unlike Victoria, Clove didn't wear a dress. Instead she wore black pants with boots that reached up a bit beyond her knees, hardly any height in the heels. Around her waist was a maroon sash and she wore a sleeveless white button-up blouse that cupped her neck. On her hands were black gloves that barely stretched past her wrists, small black beady buttons lined on one side of each. She had much too many scars on her calloused hands to show in such a place like this, but to finish off her curls hung freely, brushing her backside. Of course she wouldn't bother to try and make some sort of art out of her hair.

Her green hues flicked from Darren to Mako, glancing at them before giving her attention back to Victoria. Seems she forgot how to greet too.

Draco steps into the room in his usual dark and clichè sinister look, approaching the table, giving the boss lady a curt nod. "M'lady." He hisses as he takes a seat not too far off, looking around under his hat.

Greeting the arriving guests, she nodded at the waiter to give them a drink. "Good day gentlemen." She already made her decision about her right man. She only hoped that the others wouldn't be dissapointed.
After everything that had happend these past days, another bad attitude was something she couldn't handle.

Clove was being extra mean tonight but as usual Victoria knew how to react. "Well aren't you being a little bitch tonight." She wispered, so only Clove could hear it. She knew that when Clove was acting like this, that she had to ignore it or just give her a piece of her mind. "We can't all look like you. What is that style you're wearing called? Hobo chique?" That last thing, she said with a calm smile. Her normal wear wasn't this fancy at all, she usually wore loose clothing but her father had tought her that the outfit made the man. If she wanted respect, she would have to dress and act like a lady and a business woman. Though Clove could be really mean, she liked her for her honesty, even so, toning it down wouldn't hurt her attitude.

It had been a long time since she saw Clove. She knew that Clove thought, she only asked her because she needed something. But honestly, she needed a strong female by her side in this business where men ruled.

A glass was picked up and with a spoon, everyones attention was asked. "First of all I wanna introduce Clove Clayworth. An old friend of mine, thank you for being here tonight. I'm happy to see everyone at this table. New bonds were made, old ones rekindled. I hope we can all work together and make my father a proud man, not only at me but at everyone in the Mignon family. Cheers" A single tear streamed down her face, quickly she wiped it away. For a whole week, she had been strong, not cried once since her fathers death. Crying was a weakness she didn't wanna have. Thats why she never did, until now.
"Anybody else want to say something?" In an attempt to distract everyone from her emotion, she quickly sat down and gave someone else the time to toast.

Mako didn't have anything he felt worthy to follow. Mako was staring at Clove, he didn't know just what about her it was but Mako couldn't stop staring at her. Mako nodded at Victoria signaling to carry on.

OOC: If everyone could please give me more then one or two lines that would be awesome. Come on! give me and others something to work with...

Draco takes his hat off his head now, looking straight faced and stoic as ever, more observing than drawing attention to himself. His crimson eyes follow the two woman at the head of the table, and the area around them, keeping track of what he deemed important.

OOC: I am trying to act as in character as I can, my character isn't an attention hog, nor is he a public speaker.