Fae and Gabby 2: Return of The Walkers

Chapter 4

Here's another chapter. Today instead of posting one chapter, I'mma post three. I think that's fair, because I want all of you lovely readers to get into this story and I know posting more will get your attention! :D And I've added some known character throughout these chapters! Mmkay, here you go!

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Meanwhile, in a company far away from the city, a man looked out his window, observing the scenery that was in front of him. Just then, a knock was heard. "Son?" The man turned around, seeing an older male coming inside his office. The man's blue eyes brightened up. "Pops!"

Ed Wuncler II, known as Eddie, walked towards the former business owner and his father, Ed Wuncler. "How you been, man? How was your vacation?" Eddie asked, as they sat down on the sofas. Mr. Wuncler laughed. "Oh, it was great, Son. I never felt this relaxed before in my life. Enough about me. How's the company doing? Not to mention, how's that grandson of mine?" he asked. Eddie shrugged his shoulders. "The company is doing fine and Ed is doing something somewhere. I never give it much thought." "And you? How are you, Eddie?" Mr. Wuncler asked.

Eddie thought for a moment. "Well, I've been thinking...and Pops, I hate to break it to ya, but we ought to be makin' more dough these days." Mr. Wuncler looked confused. "You're kidding, right?" he responded, "What the hell you call this? Your little tea party?" Eddie laughed. "Of course not. I know I'm rich, but I want to get richer." "I don't know what the hell you're saying, Eddie. How can you possibly get richer than you are now?" Mr. Wuncler questioned, "I thought you said the company was doing fine."

Eddie stood up. "Look, Pops, this company is great. Making money is great. Even scamming that Robert Freeman is great, but I need more than that. As of now, our money is doubled than what it is." Eddie leaned forward. "I want it to be tripled," he whispered. "I'm not following." Eddie exhaled impatiently and said, "It ain't the company, Pops. It's us. It's me. I know I'm filthy rich, but if I want to keep that wealth, we gotta use the strategy we've been using for years."

Mr. Wuncler stood up. "Manipulation, control, and extortion of the lower and middle class?" Eddie nodded. "That is exactly where I'm getting at," he said. "Well, what exactly do you have in mind this time?" Mr. Wuncler questioned. Eddie smirked. "I'm thinkin'...drugs..."

Mr. Wuncler looked confused. "Drugs? What kind we talkin' here?" he asked." "Pops, I'm talking bigger than an ace, chiba, or llello. This one's stronger than any of those," Eddie explained in his thick Italian-American accent. Mr. Wuncler crossed his arms, fervently. "I don't know. You saw what happened with Otis."

"Pops, this ain't nothing like Otis. Otis was a moron who broke the rules. I know what I'm doin'. Besides, this is what the people want these days. The poor, the rich, everyone. I've come to notice that the easiest people to fool so far would be the blacks." "Can't argue with you there," Mr. Wuncler said, nonchalantly. "So why not we sell them? Not as drug dealers, but as the sources," Eddie suggested. "Ain't that the same thing?" Mr. Wuncler asked. "Nah, nah. We ain't just suppliers...we run the entire business," he replied with an evil sneer.

Mr. Wuncler smirked and raised his eyebrow. "Sounds like some gangster shit to me...I'm impressed, Son." "Just think of all the more money we could have. The sales would go off the charts!" Mr. Wuncler sighed. "Eddie, you drive a hard bargain...but that's why you're my son! I'm proud of ya!" "Thanks, Pops. Thought of it myself," Eddie said, proudly. "So if we're going to be the sources, where are we going to get the dope or whatever the fuck you're coming up with?" Mr. Wuncler asked.

"I highly recommend you call them precious items, Pops," Eddie said, "And you leave that to me. I think I know someone who knows those precious items like the back of his hand."