The woman swayed seductively before biting her lip and responding to Alek without missing a beat. "I'm hot for you, handsome. I bring word from a friend of yours. He has two gifts: First, you are invited to meet at a club, 316. Here is a VIP pass. Just tell them your name, Cutie, and the world will open it's legs to you." Giggling at her own small joke, the woman shifted her weight, emphasizing her curves despite the cold. "I don't know who you are, but you must have done something right. We're having a get-together tonight. The passes are for this evening. And for the second gift, she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess he wants you to have something to do until tonight." She smiled, showing hands free of weaponry but eager to touch. Stepping forward, she hungrily leaned in for what would be their first kiss. Provided he did not refuse, her would stick to his body like glue, sliding, exploring with the finesse of a pro.
Prophet looked at Jazz indifferently as she spoke. His fingers drummed on the top of the marble desk as she explained. The morning had been full of this, meeting and explaining, talking. He was getting tired of it honestly, but rather than ending it, he focused on his plans. Things were moving, shifting, and he wasn't big enough to pretend he didn't have to pay attention. If he didn't make some moves soon, he'd be squashed like a goddamn bug. But movement in this world...
"Adam Rotten called. They want to make a deal. Maybe you in the open ain't such a good idea, baby." She was wearing a blue skirt, some flats, and her hair was pulled back in a bun. Very severe, very businesslike. It was the closest she ever got to being sexy in his eyes. Of course, he'd never tell her that..
"Pass me the phone. Best not let him marinate too long. Three facts about the man. Now." It didn't really matter what she said, but what was important was that she get him in the mindset of talking to another boss. While he dialed, she rattled a few things off.
"He's better than most at keeping his shit discreet. The Rotten, that's one thing- they're so hot it's damn laughable. But his movements.. Adams.. that's another story. He's smarter than he looks, and more devious too. And he's got some of the residential on lock. Rotten territory- they love him, they hate him. But they respect him. That's all this motherfucker cares about.""Enough. Good work. Take the night off. Alek should be on his way to the club, and I need you to reach out to The Knives. I know they don't like what we do now.. since they've changed and all.. so you go business like. Show her the other side of what we do. Feel her out. Tell her we need some insurance our secrets and our moves don't get leaked. In the process, find out what she's up to. It's time to collect some more pieces." The line clicked and he began talking.
"Rotten. Prophet. I'll hold."