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Hernan nodded. "I'd love to do that, but I'm providing Miss Dillard with needed moral support at the moment. If, however, you're willing to wait until I've escorted her to her vehicle out front at this meeting's conclusion, I would welcome such a chit chat. I'm... a fan of your work. I assume you're no longer working directly for Miss Waller, yes? Because if you are, we'll have not very much to say, I'm afraid. But... if we are all working for the same... family, then well... Family first, right?"
He grinned and offered a handshake to Digger to show no hard feelings. He was on the job, and other opportunities simply had to wait until that was done.
"I'm in no rush." He replied with a smirk. Albeit one that quickly faded at the mention of Waller. "That wasn't work. That was indentured servitude with a false promises reward. Ain't the easiest thing to refuse a job with the threat of head splosion hanging over you like a shadow. The rope dude could tell ya that if he weren't busy bein' dead." Harkness clasped the other's hand firmly for a few seconds before releasing.
"Don't worry 'bout all my new friends, cuz. Worry about yours. That Tockman cat? For real? Geek's gonna try kick you off ivory tower and take your spot first chance he gets. You gonna hire a whiteboy to have your back, hire one with no ambition. Ain't that right Digger?"
He gave one of his usual laughs, though it was shorter and less pronounced. Cottonmouth tossed the file back on the table so it was facing Mariah's way, opened on the page he was expected to sign under the contract as the club owner rubbed his stubble and leaned back in his seat, looking out over the musical act playing with a nod in satisfaction.
"Funny. Ya know, if ya ever tire of the crime empire business, might try for stand-up. Get one of those laugh tracks. Wouldn't have to even pay a dime, just record yourself. Simple."
"Assurances that no chink named after a kitchen appliance representing a crew named after a body part is gonna ever be more important than family. Because if that day ever comes Cornell, I swear the very next day? This here club of yours... Won't be. I used to have an attachment to this place. Now I realize this is a symbol, of things past. Small, petty things. I used to want to change Harlem for the better. Nowadays, I'm thinking bigger. Much bigger."
...Damn. Who would have figured the councilwoman with those cheesy commercials to have ice cold veins?
His gaze just drifted to Stokes for whatever reaction came from the man.
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His gaze just drifted to Stokes for whatever reaction came from the man.
@Michale CS @OrlandoBloomers