Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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Thursday came and went, Friday slipping in within seconds. It was still early in the morning when I awoke and started getting dressed well enough for the meeting, which was only a couple hours away.
I dressed in a usual black suit, with a white button-up dress shirt underneath the blazer. The button at the top was unbuttoned, since I don't normally wear ties, and I wasn't planning on doing so now. Accompanying the suit, I slipped on my pair of dune black heels.
I didn't care for my hair as much, since it's already wavy, so all I did was brush it out, fixing it up with my hands.
I added what I standardly apply for makeup, and left it at that.
I had already gotten prepared a business bag for the files I acquired about Luciano in my office, so first thing I did was leave my room and head to the office where I started to sort through and pick out relevant files.
All that was left about him in my files drawer was stuff from previous times and years, things I'd already shared with my allies. Once that was all packed up and ready, I take the key to the top drawer on my desk, unlocking it and sliding it open.
Inside, it holds my gun holster in place of a belt for my dress pants. I attach it on, making sure it's secure, before I take out my gun. I check that the safety is still on, before I lock it inside the holster. Unprepared isn't an option when you leave the mansion anymore. Everyone who's coming on the trip for the meeting along with me, holds a gun or two on them at all times. Traitors could be anywhere, and Luciano could be having us fooled for all we know.
Anyways, the gun will be hidden with my blazer, so it shouldn't come as alarming as it may be.
Our transport is going to be our usual drivers and guards, and it was noted that they'd be ready and waiting outside the mansion, inside five black SUVs. The drive will be about an hour long, and we should arrive at the place of meeting a little earlier than everyone else.
It's a meeting hall above a rather fancy and expensive restaurant, that we were let to book for the full twenty four hours of Friday. It's an enclosed and secretive place, seeming as it's further from where we situate In Valeria and it's the first place I chose out of many, which happened to be in a busy area of Spain. Hiding in plain sight, as one may say.
The time of the meeting would be seven o'clock sharp, and we're to arrive an hour before. I check the time on my phone. 03:43am.
As if on queue, I get a text from Harry, saying that everyone is ready to go in the meeting room, and that just a few more things need to be discussed and talked over before we leave.
Since I'm ready and have all of the things I need with me, I leave my office with my business bag in hand.
Pushing the doors through, I notice everyone already up and talking about relevancy to the trip. Scattered along the room individually are some workers of mine that aren't joining along the trip, and are staying to gather more information. Though it's not their time to start work, I don't have anything against it, since I know a lot of people prefer quieter times to work than in the main office with everyone else.
