[𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍-𝐎𝐅𝐅]
Drug cases have spread around the city of Chicago like wildfire, and Mavis Loman has been tasked with finding the root of it all. However, there is just one man who knows the ins and outs of every crime as if he w...
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Tuesday, October 10th
With the warehouse where Conexico produced those drugs gone, the Vipers have informed me that there is really only one last thing to do to stop them for good. Louis Allaire and his son Antoine must be taken care of. Now, I don't know what that means in mafia terms, but I can tell that it won't be in the Allaire's favor.
I've arranged for Dawson Hirai to meet with Louis. He is well aware of who the Vipers are, and he knows that they are a powerful presence in this city. He thinks that they'll be meeting to discuss trading affairs.
We're at the Conexico office building now. Dawson is following a few steps behind me as I saunter into the lobby. At the front desk, I make eye contact with one of the secretaries.
She smiles at me, and I feel my eye twitch. I'm not interested in the smile of anyone else besides Mavis Loman.
"How can I help you sir?" the woman asks.
I show my company ID. "I'm Eros Montell from GD News, I have someone with me who has a meeting with Mr. Allaire."
"One moment," she dials a number from the desk on the phone and has a quick conversation with someone on the other side of the line. "You may head up now, Mr. Allaire is ready for you."
I glance back at Dawson, who is standing behind me with his hands in his pockets. I don't think I've ever seen this man in anything other than black. He's not looking at me or the secretary. Instead, he's observing the lobby of the building. I notice Mavis does that frequently too; always watching the movements of everything around her. Perhaps that's something that mafia people do.
I wave for Dawson to follow me again as I walk towards the elevator. We stand silently as we wait for the elevator to come down. It's clear that he isn't too interested in making conversation with me. Since the beginning of this partnership, he was never talkative. He only gives his orders and that is that.
The elevator finally arrives, and we step in. I press the button for the fifteenth floor, and the doors close. It is not the first time I've visited Louis Allaire at his office personally, but this definitely will be the last time.
When the doors open for the floor, we are more or less greeted by two men. They are bodyguards, dressed in sharp suits and earpieces for communication. It is not at all surprising that we would be escorted by security considering the man I brought with me.
One of the guards knocks on the door to Allaire's office, and I hear him say something in French. The guard opens the door and steps aside, allowing us to enter. I move in first and put on the best smile I can.
"Louis, it's good to see you again." I extend my hand out for him to shake.
Allaire stands up from his chair and makes his way around the desk. "I'm glad you decided to contact me," he says with a thick accent, shaking my hand.
