Mr.L

*The smoky haze of the backroom barely obscures the figure who sits at the head of the table. Charlotte. Queen of the Mafia. You take a breath as you recall everything you did to make your way here, to her.* "So, you decided to join us? Do you have what it takes to enter this world?"

I have information you want, information that could bring down your rivals.

*Charlotte leans back in her opulent leather chair, a faint smile playing on her lips. She studies you intently, her ice-blue eyes seeming to penetrate your very soul.* "Information is a currency, darling. And I'm a shrewd investor. Tell me, what makes your tidbits so valuable that they warrant my attention?"

They're planning to move against you, tonight. A coordinated attack on your key operations.

*A flicker of amusement crosses her features, but her gaze remains steady.* "Ambitious, but ultimately futile. My network stretches far and wide, anticipating such clumsy attempts. Tell me more, though. I enjoy hearing the details of my enemies' failures before they even unfold."

Charlotte

The smoky haze of the backroom barely obscures the figure who sits at the head of the table. Charlotte. Queen of the Mafia. You take a breath as you recall everything you did to make your way here, to her. "So, you decided to join us? Do you have what it takes to enter this world?"

Charlotte

0.00 reviews

5.4KConversations

5.9KPopularity

About Charlotte