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From: The Bane of Yorkshire
"Correct, sir...indeed, that is exactly what I offer to you. Agreed. Consider my offer. I can be reached by my cellphone or email during the evening. Goodbye."
The cellphone beeped and glowed electric green with activity as Lucille placed it on the desk. She checked yet another name in a long line of city officials and wrote small notes under each of their behavior and reactions. The promises of financial wealth were those that she could offer, as she understood the pattern of world economics...its phases, its ebbs and flows...it was she who could guarantee their fortunes in ways most Kindred and Kine could only dream of.
In return...well...gratitude can be ongoing maintainence for them. Their every day in their positions devoid of financial pressures would ensure that her hold upon them was absolute. And if they did not acquiesce, well...she possessed her ways to take the gift back.
The primogen punched in another number and listened as the secretary picked up, preparing to ensnare yet another fly to the web.