London leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. “Is this something that you need me to do, or something Butchie needs me to do?”
“At this point, it’s the same thing,” Gavin said and sat down.
“No, they are not. You can always make decisions for yourself and not do everything Butchie says.”
“Very true. I do think for myself and for right now, I think that Butch is right, so we need to get done what Butch needs done.”
“If you … I mean Butchie says so,” London said.
“Besides, you did say that you wanted to know everything. Well this is everything.”
“So, what do you need me to do?”
“I need you to begin liquidating the Eastchester Investment fund.”
“Why? That fund has achieved a thirty percent profit margin during the last quarter.”
“We are going to need that capital for an investment in the Boston Fund.”
“I’ve been operating under the assumption that we had moved away from any interest in an investment in a Boston project. What happened to change that?”
“The restructuring of the Wakefield and Kingsbridge Funds have made looking at the Boston project more attractive and worth a second look.”
“I’ll begin looking at liquidity measures so the business can continue to meet its financial obligations with the liquid assets available to them.”
“Make it happen.”
“Is there anything else?”
“Not at the moment. I have a meeting this afternoon with some of the interested parties. After that meeting is over, I assume that there will be some addendums to make to our overall business prospectus, but I am confident that we can make this happen.”
“I’m with you. And I will get on those items in the morning.” London stood up and smoothed out her Fendi midi pencil skirt. “But right now, I am about to call it a day.”
“So early?” he smiled.
“You do know that ownership has its privileges, right?” London asked, gathering her things.
“You know I know.” He laughed. “Hot date?”
“I wouldn’t call it hot, but I do have a date,” she said and grabbed her purse. “But she is hot, so I guess you can say it’s a hot date.”
“This somebody new?”
“Yes. The background check finally came back yesterday,” London said as she followed her brother out of her office.
After her experience with Dominica, London was very careful about the women that she allowed to get close to her.
“So, we’re having cocktails at the Pegu Club on West Houston at five.”
“H
ave a good time, but be careful,” Gavin said as they rode down in the elevator together. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
The two went their separate ways; London to prepare for her date and Gavin to a club called Poison. It was a strip club that was once frequented by Greg MacManus aka Greg Mac. That ended when he was assassinated by Gavin, Rain and Jackie. Now, Poison was frequented by Clip, one of Butch’s top lieutenants.
Dressed in an Excursionist Flex 150s suit from the Peter Millar collection, Gavin looked like any of the establishment’s afternoon patrons, rather than its principle owner. Therefore, he was able to enter and walk through the upscale men’s club without attracting much of the attention of anyone other than the dancers, who only saw him as a mark to be relieved of his money.
Gavin wandered around for a while, but he didn’t see Twan or Clip anywhere, so he went to the bar to have a drink.