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♛3.Enterprises and reporters

Soraya

The traffick is driving me crazy. The unpatient drivers blaring their horns, the hum of car engines, the slight smell of pipe exhaust and the ocasional yelling at a pedestrian who hasn't seen their light is red. Is curently 8 AM but the constant hustle and bustle is normal for Manhattan's streets .

Being neutral territory, this part of NYC is where the main enterprises of the American branches of the mafia, bratva and yakuza are located. While we do make our money in less than honest ways, we need to launder it. Bribery only goes so far.

I'm heading for the Morelli Corps HQs, for the monthly board meeting. MC is an enterprise that busies itself with hospitals, construction firms and naval shipping. I find it ironic, really. We use the hospitals to treat our men, the construction firms to burry the bodies under tons of cement and clear a crime scene, and about the shipping... well we do ship drugs, weapons and sometimes we ship people straight to hell.

The Businiess District is always intensly circulated, but today it's insanely so. Luckily, I'm here early. The 47 floor smokey glass building is standing as tall and imposing as ever. On the oposite side of the street there's an appartment bulding, where I own a 3 floor penthouse. I used to ocupy it more often around 5 years ago, when I was learning how to run MCs and my presence was required more frequently by the circumstances. Now I'm dividing my time between here and the mansion.

I've been bugging Apolo, or how I like to call him, Lo, about moving his main office here as well, so we can be closer to each other, at least during the time we have to come to the office. We'd get to at least have lunch together more often. God, I haven't seen him face to face since his birthday in February. He's currenly in Greece, setting up a new supply line, and I miss him like crazy, even though we facetime almost daily.

I really hope the reporters won't be nagging me today, I'm not in the mood. Just as I'm thinking that the clicks of the camera begin. Ugh, speak of the devil.

"Miss Morelli!" a reporter calls my name.

My demenour changes and my
mask slides on as I turn to the camera. My smile could blind me if I looked into a mirror. To the outside world I'm a rich heiress. COO, soon to be CEO of Morelli enterprises. A socialite and Manhatan's sweetheart.

They'd never suspect me of doing anything illegal. I mean how could a young sweet person, a woman who's known for her brilliant business strategies an charity work no less, do anything bad? I'm a wolf in a sheep's skin as the word goes.

"I love your outfit today. It's quite poetic if I say so myself, is it a subtle message for the media?"

She's talking about my all white business suit, paired with a white top. With my raven hair curled and pulled in a half up half down ponytail, and my dark brown doe eyes I portray the immage of innocence, when in reality I'm far from it. However, I know she heard the rummors and the question is related to them.

While the rest of my security is mingling with the crowd, Enzo, personal my guard is shadowing me. Literally. Cocoa skin, fierce dark eyes, an ex marine with a 6'8 stature and a big muscly torso he's quite intimidating, thus the reporters don't get too close for my comfort. He's been with me for the past 10 years and he's just a big teddy bear really. But they wouldn't know since they haven't seen him with Nyx perched on his lap while watching a football game. Well, I guess my kitty can be percieved as threatening as well, so maybe the immage won't help.

I smile brightly at the woman "Thank you, you're a darling. But why pray tell is that?".

Another reporter adds "We've heard that you're going get married soon. So is the white a message to the media, maybe? A way to subtly announce your engagement? Although I do not see a ring." He frowns.