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[color=9e0039]”Such a good day”[/color] Barron said as he stood on his balcony wearing just his underwear. The awning overhead filtered out the harmful rays of the sun allowing Vampires and those sensitive to it’s light able to enjoy the warmth it provides. The glass he held swooshed about when he lifted it to his lips cooling him off during his little sunbathing session as beads of sweat fell to the floor; Carol walked outside to join her Husband who laid upon a lounge chair wrapping her arms around him pecking his cheek with a kiss. 

[color=9e0039]”Ooh. Sexy time already Babe?”[/color]  Barron chuckled while Carol stood with a smile. “There’s much to do darling. Our men are currently making advances into New York, and more of Vegas’ Politicians have been dancing around the idea of accepting our, campaign funds and a few are already in our pockets.”

As she shifted to his side he gave a whack at her backside before pulling her into his lap. [color=9e0039]"Is that new eyeliner? It’s making me stir, I feel a second coming arising down there.”[/color]

Carol coyly smiled.”Maybe if you can spot the other changes there will be sexy time.”

[color=9e0039]"I know every curve of your face, I’ll break out the bubbly.”[/color]

The Morning sun continued to rise in the sky heralding the Midday heat. As Barron stepped into his closet and picked out a simple grey suit and matching tie. Carol lingered on top of the sheets a while longer as Barron blew her a kiss to start his day. A woman who has apparently been standing outside Barron’s penthouse for a while began to bark his Itinerary meetings canceled, important upcoming dates, and most importantly they’re progress on expanding into New York, and the Rogue Werewolf laying low therein with a fat pile of Barron’s money. 

“The rogue Wolf in New York, is a Arcadian Jones. Parents loved Greece named him after a city, which must have been lovely to grow up as a first name with. Parents these days, ooh. Hunters lost sight of the Male Alpha, but his feeding grounds suggest he may be holed up in a nearby park.” The woman said coming down from her sarcastic tone as Barron entered an elevator. 

[color=9e0039]”Heard worse first names, but yeah. They should have focused on educating that brain of his, cause stupidity doesn’t save you from a brutal death.”[/color]

Barron said as the elevator pinged and opened unto a parking garage where he meandered into his car. [color=9e0039]”Time to crash the Big Apple. Set up a flight, and make an appointment to visit Lost Haven thereafter. It’s time I payed our competition a visit.”[/color] Barron said as he reached into his mini fridge grasping at air. [color=9e0039]”And my Car is out of booze, seriously. Why do I pay people for these things,”[/color] Barron snapped his fingers and his Aide stepped forward. [color=9e0039]”Get someone to fill this, Lawless Heaven, Some Jack, anything. So long as it’s good and strong.”[/color] As minutes passed and booze was brought down, Barron with drink in hand started down the highway towards the Airport. Drunkenness was a state harder to obtain for a Vampire thankfully. In his old world, Drunk Driving wasn’t a thing, since Cars were nearly nonexistent due to fuel and rusted parts. But this world frowned upon driving under the influence and due to his Vampiric blood Alcohol had a diminished effect on him, though that just needed even more drinking. 

[color=9e0039]”Any news on our Wolf? I’m kinda hoping they’ll leave something for me by the time I get there.”[/color]

“Doubtful Sir. There does seem a fair number of Hunters are the capable sort,” She said as her fingers through her phone getting updates on the current situation. “We should arrive by the time they catch him I presume.”

[color=9e0039]”Shame. At least I’ll have time to tour New York before my next flight, see how the regional headquarters is coming along.”[/color]