Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 0:00:06 GMT 2
"Approaching the lobby..."
"Like we were approaching the entrance, Bruce...enough..."
This was the last time Lang let Kalvin, her normal security, select his temporary replacements. Bruce Michaels was a former college football player, still kept in shape years after, but he screamed "by the book" procedure. At least Kalvin would give his opinion on the situation Lang was heading into today, she'd give Bruce a heart attack if she revealed her plans.
He parked the black Cadillac Escalade and quickly got up to open Lang's door. Lang exited, wearing a blue business dress and high heels, and carrying a folder and her black purse as well. Officially, she was looking for investment deals, to park some of her money. Both approached the entrance doors, but Lang raised her left hand in front of Bruce.
"You wait out here..."
"Ma'am, my job is---" Lang immediately turned and glared at the former linebacker.
"Your job is to do what I say and you...stay...here..."
For what she was about to do, Bruce wasn't prepared for. It was as much compassion for another human being as Lang would show. She didn't have time to monitor him while entering the Lion's Den that was the World "Bianchi" Chicago.
"Keep the earpiece on and I'll update you if anything gets to be a problem..."
Lang entered the building, leaving Bruce to turn around and silently be pissed off. She approached the front desk and checked herself in. There were four businesses she had arranged "potential" meetings, non-binding, and if they fell through they would call to update her. But they got her into the building, which is all Lang wanted.
The police bombing had been a monkey wrench in some of her plans. Her contact in the PD stopped cooperating (understandably so) and a not-so big block of intel possibilities faded away because of it. Though reports put it on Enigma, Lang knew it could have been Bianchi as well. The why was the more pressing issue for Lang: To understand the party's long game bettered her long game, and it had been a while since she tested Bianchi waters.
Lang found a luxury seat to the left of the front desk and sat down. Setting her purse to the side, Lang opened her folder to review her business opportunities.
"Like we were approaching the entrance, Bruce...enough..."
This was the last time Lang let Kalvin, her normal security, select his temporary replacements. Bruce Michaels was a former college football player, still kept in shape years after, but he screamed "by the book" procedure. At least Kalvin would give his opinion on the situation Lang was heading into today, she'd give Bruce a heart attack if she revealed her plans.
He parked the black Cadillac Escalade and quickly got up to open Lang's door. Lang exited, wearing a blue business dress and high heels, and carrying a folder and her black purse as well. Officially, she was looking for investment deals, to park some of her money. Both approached the entrance doors, but Lang raised her left hand in front of Bruce.
"You wait out here..."
"Ma'am, my job is---" Lang immediately turned and glared at the former linebacker.
"Your job is to do what I say and you...stay...here..."
For what she was about to do, Bruce wasn't prepared for. It was as much compassion for another human being as Lang would show. She didn't have time to monitor him while entering the Lion's Den that was the World "Bianchi" Chicago.
"Keep the earpiece on and I'll update you if anything gets to be a problem..."
Lang entered the building, leaving Bruce to turn around and silently be pissed off. She approached the front desk and checked herself in. There were four businesses she had arranged "potential" meetings, non-binding, and if they fell through they would call to update her. But they got her into the building, which is all Lang wanted.
The police bombing had been a monkey wrench in some of her plans. Her contact in the PD stopped cooperating (understandably so) and a not-so big block of intel possibilities faded away because of it. Though reports put it on Enigma, Lang knew it could have been Bianchi as well. The why was the more pressing issue for Lang: To understand the party's long game bettered her long game, and it had been a while since she tested Bianchi waters.
Lang found a luxury seat to the left of the front desk and sat down. Setting her purse to the side, Lang opened her folder to review her business opportunities.
