10-25-2016, 10:30 PM
One of the locally hired clerks knocked on his office door, and entered a moment later at Jacques' beckoning. He had set the book aside for the moment, the music was paused with a practiced flick of his eyes to the Landwarrior's HUD controls, and he stood to meet the older man half-way across the rather annoyingly expansive office.
"An unusual arrangement, Sir. A one Mr Aurel Jahoda, of AZO Mining has requested a meeting with you. They are, apparently, interesting in making a 'sizable' cash donation to your cause in Sierra Leone, Sir."
The elder clerk carried a freshly printed portfolio on the company and on Mr Jahoda, a senior manager in the company's Moscow office. He found the Legionnaire's preference for printed media rather then electronic 'campy and antiquated', surprising for the man being into his mid-fifties.
Jacques accepted the portfolio with a warm smile, holding it open in his left hand and flipping it open to peruse the cover page of the clerk's report while leading the man towards the desk. "Interesting. And rather sudden. Odd that they waited until we were already in Moscow to make the offer, isn't it?"
His tone was tinted with a hint of sarcasm; both Jacques and the clerk had some idea of just what Mr Jahoda's motivations were.
"Yes, Sir. I would say so. He would appreciate meeting with you in person, tonight as a matter of fact. Very sudden. However, the venue of choice is quite tasteful. Certainly conductive to discussions of finance and humanitarian goals."
He was certain Jacques had already noticed, and likely already used his Landwarriors' search engine to pull up information on the venue of choice.
Jacques smirked and tapped one metal finger against the cover sheet, where it noted just where and when that meeting was requested to take place. "I see. Yes, I'm sure Mr Jahoda is a stalwart example of selfishness and worldly views."
There was a moment of silence as Jacques pondered the situation. He already knew what Mr Jahoda was up to; the man was almost certainly looking for a promotion in the company, and sought to gain that promotion by convincing Jacques to sell mining rights to the company the man worked for. It was, simply put, a callous bribe. Well, perhaps the outcome of the meeting would set a precedence that would save him from future wastes of time while he was in Moscow.
And it had been too long since he had had a night out on the town, he supposed.
"Arrange it. Have the staff car readied, and find two volunteers for this evening's meeting. They can alternate watching the car."
The clerk chuckled and nodded, taking his leave.
Some hours later, Jacques and two Legionnaires climbed into the staff car and departed for Kallisti, House of Burlesque.
"An unusual arrangement, Sir. A one Mr Aurel Jahoda, of AZO Mining has requested a meeting with you. They are, apparently, interesting in making a 'sizable' cash donation to your cause in Sierra Leone, Sir."
The elder clerk carried a freshly printed portfolio on the company and on Mr Jahoda, a senior manager in the company's Moscow office. He found the Legionnaire's preference for printed media rather then electronic 'campy and antiquated', surprising for the man being into his mid-fifties.
Jacques accepted the portfolio with a warm smile, holding it open in his left hand and flipping it open to peruse the cover page of the clerk's report while leading the man towards the desk. "Interesting. And rather sudden. Odd that they waited until we were already in Moscow to make the offer, isn't it?"
His tone was tinted with a hint of sarcasm; both Jacques and the clerk had some idea of just what Mr Jahoda's motivations were.
"Yes, Sir. I would say so. He would appreciate meeting with you in person, tonight as a matter of fact. Very sudden. However, the venue of choice is quite tasteful. Certainly conductive to discussions of finance and humanitarian goals."
He was certain Jacques had already noticed, and likely already used his Landwarriors' search engine to pull up information on the venue of choice.
Jacques smirked and tapped one metal finger against the cover sheet, where it noted just where and when that meeting was requested to take place. "I see. Yes, I'm sure Mr Jahoda is a stalwart example of selfishness and worldly views."
There was a moment of silence as Jacques pondered the situation. He already knew what Mr Jahoda was up to; the man was almost certainly looking for a promotion in the company, and sought to gain that promotion by convincing Jacques to sell mining rights to the company the man worked for. It was, simply put, a callous bribe. Well, perhaps the outcome of the meeting would set a precedence that would save him from future wastes of time while he was in Moscow.
And it had been too long since he had had a night out on the town, he supposed.
"Arrange it. Have the staff car readied, and find two volunteers for this evening's meeting. They can alternate watching the car."
The clerk chuckled and nodded, taking his leave.
Some hours later, Jacques and two Legionnaires climbed into the staff car and departed for Kallisti, House of Burlesque.