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[center][h2][color=007236]Adam[/color][/h2][/center]
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[center]“Yes, what do you want?”
Jonathan did not expect a small boy to open the door, but he did not seem to mind. Jonathan was a professional. He was the voice of Adam. Most people actually believed the gigantic, deformed and cunning gang leader to be an urban myth. Adam rarely spoke to large groups and the only business meetings he did personally was the ones were it was essential. For all other occasions there was Jonathan Wielder. A studied psychologist and a natural talker, Jonathan was quickly discovered by Adam to be perfect for the job. Now he was standing in front of the boy in his grey, Italian tailored suit, 27 years of age and nearly too handsome.
[color=00746b]"Good day young man. I want to see Ms. Scordia."[/color], he did not wait for the boys response but pushed him softly aside too walk into the kitchen from where he heard sounds and smelled delicious Italian cosine. When he entered the kitchen he spotted the woman. Jonathan immediately noticed her beauty. She looked like she just broke free from the painting of an old master. He stopped just a short moment before he, gathered his mind again. If he would mix business with pleasure Adam would personally rip him apart, Jonathan had seen that enough times already. 
[color=00746b]"Good day, Madam. I would love to have a moment of your time."[/color], as she turned around he continued to talk. [color=00746b]"I pardon interrupting you with your cooking and apologize for bursting into your kitchen uninvited. You must know my employer values etiquette and manners very highly. I am here to schedule a meeting between you and my employer. My employer is a very busy man and he apologizes deeply for not being able to come personally. He is in dire need of your abilities and would like to set the date for the meeting this week, if possible even today."[/color], Jonathan said what he had too say and smiled at the young widow...

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At the same time in the Ghetto of the residential district Adam was busy. He was trying to figure out a way to expand his territory. He himself would have bad cards trying to do it. But perhaps someone else could take territory outside the Ghetto? He should keep his eyes open. 
There was however another problem. His information system inside the residential district was just incredible. But outside of it, it was just too slow. 
[color=007236]"I might have too outsource a bit."[/color], Adam stared at one of his bookshelf's, [i]Paradise Lost, Ulysses, A brief History of Time and Death of a Salesman[/i] were standing next too each other, unsorted and mostly in a bad condition. [color=007236]"Samuel, send someone to Bishop. Inform him the Rotten are willing to make a deal."[/color][/center]