“Where is he?” A voice commanded from his desk, fists slamming against the wood as he glared at the men in front of him. “Where the hell is he?”

“We… we don’t know sir…” The first man stumbled over his words while the other one trembled in fear staring down at his suddenly interesting shoes. “We haven’t heard from him all week and he was supposed to be at his flat but when we got there he wasn’t…”

Sighing the man behind the desk picked up his phone and dialed a number, three rings and a voicemail. “Casper, son; I don’t know where you are but you need to get back to the office, we’ve got some important work for you to do…” With that Atlas Vella hung him his phone slamming it down on the receiver. “As soon as he arrives you bring him up here.” 

“Yes sir!”

[i]Buzz---Buzz---Buzz[/i] “Uuugghhhh….” A brunette male rolled over on a bed, thumping over bodies before curling his sleepy self over to the end table and grabbing his phone. The light from the screen caused the pupils of his blue eyes to dilate intensely forcing him to shine the light away from his face as he blinked repeatedly to compose himself. By the time he had reached his phone the call had gone to voicemail. 17 missed calls; 32 text messages and 1 voicemail. Regaining himself enough to look at his screen he signed into his phone and listened to the voicemail. 

A smirk played across his full lips as he climbed over a third body and got to his feet. Wow, still feeling that… What did he do last night? His attention turned downwards to realize he was completely naked, there were bottles all over the floor and when he looked back upon the bed, three women were spread out there looking exhausted in their sleep. Oh, that’s what he did last night – alright. Pulling on his pants he grabbed his shoes and started making his way to the door before a small voice called out to him. “Casper, where are you going?”

“Sorry doll, work called. I gotta go.” He said causally dropping his shoes onto the floor and using the door as balance as he slid his socks onto his feet. 

“But why…”

“Well,” Casper said as he pulled on the last shoe and grabbed his shirt from a nearby lampshade. Boy that was fun last night. “When you work for family you really can’t tell them no.”

“Well… will I see you again?”

“I’ll call you, but don’t tell the other’s they’ll get jealous. Go back to sleep you still look tired.” With that he pulled on his shirt and threw his jacket over his shoulder before leaving. Nah, she was the boring one of the three there’s no way he’ll call her but all and all it wasn’t a bad night.

After making a quick stop at his flat to freshen up and change, he left and arrived at ‘work’. His father’s thugs ushering him down a familiar hallway bitching about something; something about being unable to get ahold of him. The young man in the suit just shrugged as he adjusted his tie and dusted off his arms. He could care less about their feelings and for all he’s concerned; they were just pawns in his father’s deadly game of chess. Soon to be game that he would inherit. 

“The Lécuyer siblings?” Casper repeated to his father who sat leisurely in his chair behind the wooden desk. “What do they have to do with anything? They’re just some two-bit wannabe gangsters who know nothing about our world…”

“That may be what you think.” Atlas said, speaking with a knowing mind. “But these two-bit gangsters know a lot more than you think. Especially since they’ve started building connections; recruiting them would be our best bet to keep ourselves at the top of the mafia world.” 

“They can’t know that much…”

“Oh but they do. And they’re good, real good. However, what they’re likely after is the same as us…”

“You mean the Triads. You think they know something about them?” Yes Casper does actually pay attention because he’s more than willing to take over his father’s work but that doesn’t mean he’s afraid to take a break… or lots of breaks, between jobs.

“I think a mix between the right amount of money and a job that can’t refuse will enlighten them to see things our way.” At this Casper raised an eyebrow and Atlas smiled. “When you do that you look just like your mother, interested in my plan.” With that the men began their discussion. 

Casper stood nearby leaning against a lamp post observing the siblings. They were quite an interesting pair and although he couldn’t hear their conversation, their body language said a lot. As they approached the car, Casper approached them walking with confidence with an yellow envelope under his arm. “Denying a lovely lady ice cream? Tisk-Tisk. Even if she is your sister, she deserves ice cream.” When he arrived to them, a confident smile moved across his full lips as he held up an envelope. “I have some information the two of you would be interested in. It’s from Atlas; can we talk? Maybe over ice cream?”