[b][center][h2][color=0072bc]A PHONE CALL...[/color][/h2][/center][/b]

Upstairs in Leo’s office the hardline phone rings all to itself as Leo, Marcus and the other staff of Club Aether tend to keeping the Club running and taking care of those seeking shelter from the storm. The call is from a local number, only just across the river in Central Point, the Caller ID display reads: [b]ES Holdings, Inc.[/b]. As the call rings out, a chipper female voice comes on the voicemail speaker seemingly unphased by the weather outside:

[i]Hi, this is Carla calling from the offices of Elvin Santos in Central Point. Mr. Sullivan, we hope you and your staff find yourselves getting along safely through the storm. Once the weather settles, Mr. Santos would like to arrange a meeting to discuss your future plans for the Club Aether property as well as helping you to nullify some of the recent bad press in the local media.[/i]

The fax machine sprung to life as she spoke.

[i]I’ve sent over a proposal prepared by Mr. Santos personally for your review before the first meeting. He hopes that you will find it worthwhile and that we are all very excited about the prospect of working with you. Thank you very much and have a good day.[/i]

The fax machine finished off a several page transmission a few moments after the phone call ended. In it Leo will find a cover letter with contact information, a few pages of legal text and an offer for the club at [b]25% over[/b] its current market value.



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