[center][h3][color=silver]♤ Darius M Cain ♤[/color][/h3]
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[sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 3~ 4 P.M. [/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3] Nightclub, Entertainment District in Ominar 
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[color=silver] “I’m more careful than you,”[/color] Darius softly warned. His eyes jerked upright and noticed Cortes’ gaze, their eyes locked for a moment. If looks could create sparks, this one would’ve set a wildfire. Lingering well after Cortes forced himself to turn away, the Fox adjusted his suit and gave one last bow before departing. He trusted that Mash knew what she was doing. If not, Afua would ensure the woman didn’t die. 

Upon reaching the exit, his phone rang and vibrated in his pocket. Darius carefully pulled it out then flipped it open to review the messages. Two names caught his attention promptly: Mr. Aeon and Ms. Quarin. He hadn’t heard the latter in a long time as a mixture of dark and light memories surfaced to his attention, ones which took place during his time in Torqueo. It was a strange place for him. A time he didn’t wish to ever remember. 

He snapped back into the present almost immediately. 

His thumb darted over the touch screen to arrange the two meetings. Lily, despite her latter timing on her request, was scheduled today. He requested she wait for him at the Sinner’s Luck casino where he would pick her up and continue their meeting at his estate. Aeon’s would be tomorrow afternoon because of his impatience. It surprised Darius that such an ‘elderly’ individual would actually behave like his physical appearance. Either something was wrong, or Aeon wasn’t nearly as old as his manners seemed to portray. Finished with his current business, Darius pocketed his cell once more and stepped into the waiting car.    

[center][h3]Matthew Cortes[/h3][/center]
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Cortes’ head turned slightly from the bar and from the corner of his vision, watched the exchange between the two. He eyed specifically Darius very carefully. It was difficult to play a viper in the grass especially being this close to the Kitsune. One misstep and it would all come crashing down in a horrible fire of failure. He couldn’t allow it to happen. The thought crossed his mind as he leaned into the bar, his arm reached for the shitty shot of whiskey his second rate bartender poured. 

It was a ruse they both developed in order to prevent business from thriving. If this place went down, Darius would consider selling it and place it on the market. During that time, the gang he associated with and began to lead would chase off any potential buyers when necessary. Then they would create a nest to overthrow the Fox from his comfortable throne. 

Distracted by his thoughts, Cortes barely realized that Masha had turned her attention upon him. He coughed to hide it as he twisted about in his chair and set his attention onto her. With the Fox gone, he didn’t have to tiptoe as carefully. 

“I’m surprised you really want to turn this [i[place[/i] into something more,” He politely put it, trying to keep the charm up and hopefully talk her out of it. He took a sip of his whiskey then crunched his nose. It was disgusting by his standards but he beared through it, managing to hold his constitution past the burn down his throat and until the very end. He was a little disappointed that the aftertaste didn’t fade too. 

Not willing to drink more, he slide the glass over to his employee to clean up. His words still directed to Mash, “However, you’re the boss and you’ll find out soon enough. Where do you want to make changes first?”