Chapter 5: escort

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Wednesday, January 19, 12:30, Birmingham England.


Thomas and I are walking through a warehouse in the direction of the opium.


- Mr. Shelby, this is Giuliana Salemento, a friend of mine who has come to evaluate the quality of the product. Giuliana, Mr. Thomas Shelby.


I have known Giuliana for a long time and I know that she is by far the most qualified person to tell me whether or not it is good stuff.


She put a pinch of opium on her tongue and the expert look on her face made me smile. She wasn't taking it seriously, she doesn't take anything seriously. I love her for it, I must say.


- Well then, you stay here and we'll go see this diamond. I said to Giuliana and then to Thomas, who nodded in agreement.


- So she's going to tell you whether or not you're doing business with me?


- exactly, Mr. Shelby. We're the mafia, damn it! We don't sell anything. I answered by kissing my jeweler's cheek who had just arrived.


He's not only my jeweler, he's my uncle, we only trust close friends and family, you never know who might betray you.


- So this diamond? Said my uncle, taking out his magnifying glass.


Thomas opened a safe at the other end of the room and took out a velvet box that he handed to my uncle.


This is a diamond!


Giuliana joined us a few minutes later.


- So? I asked casually.


- It's good, not as good as in Vegas, but it sells.


- When you say good, are you talking about drugs from a Japanese joint or do you mean good enough for us? I ask, lighting a cigarette.


- Good enough for us, I would say. Throw a load to Francesco and see how it sells. It's the kind that goes around Ludmilla's parties, you know. After that, you do as you like. My friend tells me.


- We're talking about several million dollars, I don't throw to see, I throw to win. So tell me if I throw it or not. I answered seriously.


- You should throw it. There is money to be made. Giuliana said after a moment of reflection.- Good. And the diamond, what do we think about it? I ask.


- We think it's real. It was obtained quite illegally, but it's genuine. My uncle says to me in all seriousness.


- Great, it's been a productive day! Everything is good for me. We'll launch the first shipment anytime. I say while crushing my cigarette.

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