“So what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Blackwell? I think the
last time we met, you had a gun pressed to my father’s head.”
“It’s a shame I didn’t pull the trigger. The world would be
a better place don’t you think?”
“Your world, perhaps. Our world is just fine. In fact you
can practically call it heaven on Earth.”
“And how many people have your family murdered to have your
little utopia?”
“You mean how many have we saved. Did you read the SimTimes? They say crime in Bridgeport has reached a record low. No more street shootings. No more gang violence. People in poor neighborhoods and those struggling to make ends meet, are finally finding work with employers like us who are willing to pay them like actual human beings. Enough so they can eat good. Live good. Die good. And yet you want to cry over a few thugs and hoodlums whom the world will never miss?”
“It wasn’t just thugs and hoodlums whom you guys have targeted. Honest men. Honest men with honest jobs. The type of men you get rid of when they don’t bend over to your corruption. So spare me your bullsh*t and tell me what the hell you’re doing in my city. Me and your father had an agreement.”
“We’re really doing miracle work out here, Jorvan. Don’t you think Starlight Shores could use our magical touch too?”
“……...”
“Lighten up, it was just a joke. Thomas?”
“Yes, Ms. Savago?”
“Ready the car. Let’s show our dear old friend here what
we’re up to.”
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