Post by Lord Wade jr on Sept 11, 2016 11:20:54 GMT
In a city built off of illusion it was often hard to suss out the truth of a thing. He was not a native though for him that was part of the charm. He had to speed up to slow down. He had to do more to o less than the natives. He and his crew were imports right along with everything else in the city. Form the conservatory to the new Mayor nothing in LA was created here. At least nothing worth having. He closed his thoughts down and focused on the matters at hand.
Once a week ‘His Honor’ would stop by with a gaggle of beauties and political cronies to while away the night dancing and meeting while being seen. It had fallen to him to protect the reputation of those in attendance. That meant keeping the press at bay. That meant creating the illusion that they were safe from all eyes. In truth it was that and so much more. It was honey pot. Veritas which meant truth was anything but.
While they kept out the media and reporters and bloggers and worldstar uploaders everything in the club was watched and recorded and used by his honor for later pressure. It was leverage. Cameras no smaller than the head of a pin were placed all over the place as well on the staff without them knowing. It meant that once he perused the information a tale could be spun by Mr. February at his discretion. Scandals could be begun careers sunk or just the opposite begun. All It cost him was well nearly everything. It meant he was not only in bed with the Kiss but an active partner.
He held no illusions that the protection for the Pride was predicated on the usefulness of the club. It was a trade he was willing to make. Sasha was worth that and more. She helped him to grasp what a Pride was versus a coalition. He knew now what he wanted. There was nothing in this world that would stop him from getting there. So he watched the club and thought.
Once a week ‘His Honor’ would stop by with a gaggle of beauties and political cronies to while away the night dancing and meeting while being seen. It had fallen to him to protect the reputation of those in attendance. That meant keeping the press at bay. That meant creating the illusion that they were safe from all eyes. In truth it was that and so much more. It was honey pot. Veritas which meant truth was anything but.
While they kept out the media and reporters and bloggers and worldstar uploaders everything in the club was watched and recorded and used by his honor for later pressure. It was leverage. Cameras no smaller than the head of a pin were placed all over the place as well on the staff without them knowing. It meant that once he perused the information a tale could be spun by Mr. February at his discretion. Scandals could be begun careers sunk or just the opposite begun. All It cost him was well nearly everything. It meant he was not only in bed with the Kiss but an active partner.
He held no illusions that the protection for the Pride was predicated on the usefulness of the club. It was a trade he was willing to make. Sasha was worth that and more. She helped him to grasp what a Pride was versus a coalition. He knew now what he wanted. There was nothing in this world that would stop him from getting there. So he watched the club and thought.
