Gotham was new to Charles King. Granted, his father had done business here for years and he had visited once in awhile, but this was Charles first time truly living in the city. He'd just moved a month ago and already was picking up the pieces of his father's business here.
For years Charles' father had allowed his business ventures in Gotham to wane. He did real estate for the rogues of Gotham City, specializing in hideouts and fronts. The man he was meeting today hadn't signed any paper work. When he'd taken over the businesses of another mobster in Gotham, Mr. Lilac had done so without the intervention of the King service. Not that Charles thought a mobster cared much about such things. But, it was always good to keep a legal slant to your illegal business. That was how most villains got lesser prison sentences in Gotham, unlawful search and seizures of their private property.
The flower shop wasn't difficult to find and Charles made his way to the office where the acrid smell of cigar smoke mixed with the fragrant perfume of chrysanthemum. He'd chosen a muted toned tan suit with soft lilac tie and handkerchief. He felt it was appropriate when meeting with a man who called himself Louis the Lilac.
"Good day, Mr. Lilac, I'm Charles King. I believe we have some business to conduct." He removed his matching bowler, revealing the golden-red of his hair. He was matter-of-fact in speech and he held out a free hand to offer Louis an assertive handshake.
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Date: 2013-05-30 06:43 pm (UTC)For years Charles' father had allowed his business ventures in Gotham to wane. He did real estate for the rogues of Gotham City, specializing in hideouts and fronts. The man he was meeting today hadn't signed any paper work. When he'd taken over the businesses of another mobster in Gotham, Mr. Lilac had done so without the intervention of the King service. Not that Charles thought a mobster cared much about such things. But, it was always good to keep a legal slant to your illegal business. That was how most villains got lesser prison sentences in Gotham, unlawful search and seizures of their private property.
The flower shop wasn't difficult to find and Charles made his way to the office where the acrid smell of cigar smoke mixed with the fragrant perfume of chrysanthemum. He'd chosen a muted toned tan suit with soft lilac tie and handkerchief. He felt it was appropriate when meeting with a man who called himself Louis the Lilac.
"Good day, Mr. Lilac, I'm Charles King. I believe we have some business to conduct." He removed his matching bowler, revealing the golden-red of his hair. He was matter-of-fact in speech and he held out a free hand to offer Louis an assertive handshake.