I love the theme placed lately. She let me be a part of it and I couldn't be happier.

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There were many things Mana appreciated in life, the eventual succession of her empire allowing her to enjoy the luxuries that came with wealth. The loyalty of customers and the diverted eye of the police, just as easy to purchase as the silk linens that covered her bed. Money was a language all on its own, after all. And everyone had a price... bills to pay, children to feed, endeavors to explore.

But it was not the wealth that held her empire together. No, it was worthiness of those that worked beneath her. Killers, murderers, smugglers... those damned by society, due to the corruption that possessed them. They were the rag-tag, scum of the underworld.

But they were her scum... blackened to the core and broken in their own ways... they were family.

So for some little shit to threaten her family.... it was rather understandable for Mana to be a wee bit.. Upset. Many Police chiefs had grown fat from her bribe money, turning a blind eye to her dealings in the city and letting her Empire flourish undisturbed.... Until Drake had slipped into her Opera box, and whispered the tale of an upstart detective poking his nose where it didn't belong, and a routine warehouse check gone wrong. Ending with a hole through one of her dockworkers heads....

It hadn't taken long for Mana to get her hands upon the man. This was her city after all, and there were few places her ears did not reach. The fool within the grasp of her empire before the last scene ever graced the stage. Tessa dutifully helping her into her fur coat, and Drake waiting patiently in the car. The sounds of the man struggling in the trunk drowned out by the loud din of radio music. A single manilla folder laid daintily upon the front passenger seat.

And to think... it had been such a nice, uneventful evening.



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