she's a keya-per

[Reuben Slade]

Tag: Keya
Note: better gif coming soon!

never make

DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE.

Slade was currently sitting in his office in one of his many establishments. This particular business was a club; nothing overly suspicious on the surface and thus, no need to be inconspicious or hidden in claim of its ownership. It was a place he was able to conduct business, well protected and well staffed. He was looking through his ledger to see the profit of his business affairs. One in particular however, was rather straining Rueben's mind. He had sent one of his men to collect from another who was deep in debt . . . and the man's response, was that he shot him. Anger had soared through Slade though he made no verbal show of it.

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His anger was best demonstrated through his actions, and so he put a price on the man's head who had shockingly enough sense to make himself scarce. He lacked the sense to not shoot at one of his men, however knew that he best run. And when Slade caught him, he would make him pay. Even though his guard lived through it, the Crime Lord would not let such actions go unpunished. There were consequences; repercussions to such things. And he would not have gotten to where he is now, or hold onto the power he did have if he let such things slide and remain unanswered. And so, it would forever be on the meticulous man's mind, until they set this issue to rest.

[Keya]

It was easy to make a coin, when you only had to use her head. Keya had done very little work in this one--however that did not mean the work was not hard. It only meant that she had to do tiny little of stalking for a few days, and followed some bread crumbs. Or clues. In the end however, she had found the chap she was looking for. Showing up in a dress, flash a little leg, and he was more than willing to let her tie him up. Only to have her then leave him there.

Not forever, only long enough to pay some lads to put him in a bed sheet, and in a wagon. Rolling up to the door, and making sure to not be seen by anyone but the door man--who looked more like a guard, but who was she to judge. "I come with gifts." She called out, reaching behind her to smack the hip of the bed sheet so the man began twisting and trying to yell through the gag. "You want in the front or . . . in the back," She added with a wink.

It took little time for her to be shown toward the office of the man who better have her coin. Taking this job was a bit risky, as it was no longer one person paying coin--the chances of this going south were high. However, the chance for coin was too much to pass up.

Reuben Slade

[Reuben Slade]

Tag: Keya
Note: better gif coming soon!

never make

DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE.

Before she was permitted into his office, Rueben was given a very brief explanation of how she had brought the man . . . alive. Slade gave a nod to his guard to allow her entrance remaining seated as he looked at her when she walked in. He would deal with the other male later. Slade was often a man of his word in such regards and had the reward to give. But not without a more detailed explanation. He would make sure that there was no deeply ploy afoot with this.

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When she walked in, there was no familiarity. His memory allowed him to recognize faces of those who he had even just seen in passing but she, was entirely unfamiliar. "Who are you?" He asked, his question coming our leveled and composed rather an accusatory, but there was an underlying tone of demand in it. He did not care for her name. He was more interested in her position and abilities that had caused her to bring in the man that he had set a price on. And, she was by herself. Which further added to the intrigue of how she had acquired the person he needed.