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Roland Gilliad
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*A Dark haired man, seeming to be only a decade or so older than the woman smiled at her. It had taken a substantial sum of money to ensure these proceedings, but James Rayne, a self styled "Wizard of Wallstreet" knew when he had run away with the cream.*
*It had started nearly six months earlier, during a conversation with one of his closest business associates, one Robert Gullian. A master of the black art of hidden market dealings, he had, for nearly fifty years now, or so he claimed - made millions on careful investments in contacts across the world with those who delt in the delicate art of white slavery, so to speak. It took a deft hand, a nimble wit, and a knowledge of the right palms to grease, but Robert had been doing this for a long time.*
*So when the subject of Marriage had come up between them during one of their routine lunches at a local diner. They had just discussed sending a large grant to these two "Wright Brother's" That the news had been raving about recently when the subject of finding a woman suitable to his tastes had popped up out of nowhere. James had been curious at first, then began to suspect that Robert had been keeping this one up his sleeve for some time. One look at the photograph provided by the cunning little weasel had taken his breath away. She had been perfect, so far as his personal desires went. A man of no few talents, James knew when he saw the opportunity of a lifetime. It had taken nearly three weeks of furious trading to raise the money involved, not to mention a few 'on the side' chemist sales.*
*When the cash (Yes, indeed. Robert -insisted- upon cash. And couting every cent.) He had given him a name to use, a time to be at the port, and his insistance that the local authorities would 'convienently' forget the woman had ever been there. Her parents would be well compensated, and removed from the picture entirely, ensuring that there would be no loose ends to tie up...*
*As his thoughts came back to present day, he remembered sitting in his assigned place at the dock, newspaper in hand. When she had come off the boat, grinning as so many did as they came to this great land of his, He had found himself momentarily robbed of speech. She was gorgeous, and besides that, she moved like a virgin. He had gotten what he had paid for. Now he had to claim it. He tucked the newspaper, The Times, of course, underneath his arm and stealthily made his way over to her. A low-cut hat sat on his head and held his short-cut Black hair. A pair of golden-rimmed specticles framed his clear amber eyes. They were false glasses, but he needed to remain under the radar, so to speak. When he called her name and her eyes turned to him, he felt the wind leaving him for a moment, before he came back to his senses, brushing his long coat off and offering a hand*
Jimmy, Miss. Your Uncle Ivan sent me to pick you up. He had some unexpected business come up.
*Her bright eyes were like orbs of water. Beautiful and warm. He could not wait to get her home...and out of -most- of those clothes. His smile was honest enough, and he had a scruffy sort of trustworthiness about him. For his own part, James was pleased to be playing the role. It gave him a distraction from wondering just what was under those skirts.*
*It had started nearly six months earlier, during a conversation with one of his closest business associates, one Robert Gullian. A master of the black art of hidden market dealings, he had, for nearly fifty years now, or so he claimed - made millions on careful investments in contacts across the world with those who delt in the delicate art of white slavery, so to speak. It took a deft hand, a nimble wit, and a knowledge of the right palms to grease, but Robert had been doing this for a long time.*
*So when the subject of Marriage had come up between them during one of their routine lunches at a local diner. They had just discussed sending a large grant to these two "Wright Brother's" That the news had been raving about recently when the subject of finding a woman suitable to his tastes had popped up out of nowhere. James had been curious at first, then began to suspect that Robert had been keeping this one up his sleeve for some time. One look at the photograph provided by the cunning little weasel had taken his breath away. She had been perfect, so far as his personal desires went. A man of no few talents, James knew when he saw the opportunity of a lifetime. It had taken nearly three weeks of furious trading to raise the money involved, not to mention a few 'on the side' chemist sales.*
*When the cash (Yes, indeed. Robert -insisted- upon cash. And couting every cent.) He had given him a name to use, a time to be at the port, and his insistance that the local authorities would 'convienently' forget the woman had ever been there. Her parents would be well compensated, and removed from the picture entirely, ensuring that there would be no loose ends to tie up...*
*As his thoughts came back to present day, he remembered sitting in his assigned place at the dock, newspaper in hand. When she had come off the boat, grinning as so many did as they came to this great land of his, He had found himself momentarily robbed of speech. She was gorgeous, and besides that, she moved like a virgin. He had gotten what he had paid for. Now he had to claim it. He tucked the newspaper, The Times, of course, underneath his arm and stealthily made his way over to her. A low-cut hat sat on his head and held his short-cut Black hair. A pair of golden-rimmed specticles framed his clear amber eyes. They were false glasses, but he needed to remain under the radar, so to speak. When he called her name and her eyes turned to him, he felt the wind leaving him for a moment, before he came back to his senses, brushing his long coat off and offering a hand*
Jimmy, Miss. Your Uncle Ivan sent me to pick you up. He had some unexpected business come up.
*Her bright eyes were like orbs of water. Beautiful and warm. He could not wait to get her home...and out of -most- of those clothes. His smile was honest enough, and he had a scruffy sort of trustworthiness about him. For his own part, James was pleased to be playing the role. It gave him a distraction from wondering just what was under those skirts.*
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Roland Gilliad
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Yes, Ma'am. But we must make a few stops first. Our priest wishes to speak briefly with you.
*The young businessman smiled. She was as innocent, untouched and naive as some of the girls from the farms he had lured in over the years for his Maids. But she was so much more. Her smile was enough to make his heart nearly stop with lustful thoughts. Instead, he smiled and took her hand in a gallant fashion, leading her to the nearby Motorcar. Apparently the uncle was slightly more affluent than was first suspected, as this was a finely made Automobile, and clearly of expert make.*
*The tall fellow who stood in his impeccable uniform of black tunic and slacks. He opened the door for her, keeping his eyes arrow-straight. He knew what awaited the poor lass...but the work paid too well for him to risk giving the girl a warning. James stepped into the seat beside her, as the driver took hold of the wheel and sped off into the busy streets of New York City*
We will be arriving in the church shortly, sir.
*Said the man in his distinct brooklyn drawl. James smiled at the woman that was now sitting next to him. He had to hold his hands in his lap to keep from doing some inital..exploring.*
We'll be there soon. Tell me something of yourself, Miss. I havent travelled much and I dont know too much about the world as it were...
*The young fellow struck just the right tone between eagerness and excitement. Which had to be obvious, given the pale beauty which had presented itself from a foreign land. James only hoped it would be enough to keep her...distracted.*
*The young businessman smiled. She was as innocent, untouched and naive as some of the girls from the farms he had lured in over the years for his Maids. But she was so much more. Her smile was enough to make his heart nearly stop with lustful thoughts. Instead, he smiled and took her hand in a gallant fashion, leading her to the nearby Motorcar. Apparently the uncle was slightly more affluent than was first suspected, as this was a finely made Automobile, and clearly of expert make.*
*The tall fellow who stood in his impeccable uniform of black tunic and slacks. He opened the door for her, keeping his eyes arrow-straight. He knew what awaited the poor lass...but the work paid too well for him to risk giving the girl a warning. James stepped into the seat beside her, as the driver took hold of the wheel and sped off into the busy streets of New York City*
We will be arriving in the church shortly, sir.
*Said the man in his distinct brooklyn drawl. James smiled at the woman that was now sitting next to him. He had to hold his hands in his lap to keep from doing some inital..exploring.*
We'll be there soon. Tell me something of yourself, Miss. I havent travelled much and I dont know too much about the world as it were...
*The young fellow struck just the right tone between eagerness and excitement. Which had to be obvious, given the pale beauty which had presented itself from a foreign land. James only hoped it would be enough to keep her...distracted.*
Roland Gilliad
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Right here in new york, Miss!
*Came the positively cheerful reply from the young man. Who bestowed upon her a grand smile as he proclaimed this simple truth.*
Grew up with Wallstreet in my blood, such as it were. I've been doing business with your uncle for quite a few years now. He provides me with the social connections, and I provide him with business connections. It makes for quite a tidy profit between us.
*He rambles on for a few more minutes about the places to see in New York, talking about the new buildings all the designers are raving about, the fine restaurants and so forth. A few moments later they pull up to one of the many New Yorkian cathedrals, the driver stepping out smartly to open the door for the lady, while James himself steps out and closes the door*
We're mostly here because your uncle wont have time to introduce you to him before sunday, Miss, and he's eager to meet you.
*The Church door was open, held open by a young man who was looking at the russian woman with living curiousity. They were ushered into the hush of the church by the boy..and towards an intriguing fate for the woman. The boy whispered to James*
The Priest is ready for you sir. He says he has everything he needs to make sure.
*Came the positively cheerful reply from the young man. Who bestowed upon her a grand smile as he proclaimed this simple truth.*
Grew up with Wallstreet in my blood, such as it were. I've been doing business with your uncle for quite a few years now. He provides me with the social connections, and I provide him with business connections. It makes for quite a tidy profit between us.
*He rambles on for a few more minutes about the places to see in New York, talking about the new buildings all the designers are raving about, the fine restaurants and so forth. A few moments later they pull up to one of the many New Yorkian cathedrals, the driver stepping out smartly to open the door for the lady, while James himself steps out and closes the door*
We're mostly here because your uncle wont have time to introduce you to him before sunday, Miss, and he's eager to meet you.
*The Church door was open, held open by a young man who was looking at the russian woman with living curiousity. They were ushered into the hush of the church by the boy..and towards an intriguing fate for the woman. The boy whispered to James*
The Priest is ready for you sir. He says he has everything he needs to make sure.
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*As they walked out of the door, A black coated man approached James to shake his hand. James smiled at his old friend, Roberts. He shook Roberts hand back and grinned like a fiend. The deed was done and his lust would be well cared for from here on out.*
Mazel Tov, my friend. Enjoy your purchase.
*Robert did not hide the leer in his eyes, and James was about ready to smack him for that. He had not yet dropped the bomb on the girl and did not want to have to deal with her in a fit in public. He opened the door and when she stepped in smartly he closed it.*
Everything is in place then? Im not going to have the NYPD banging down my door?
*Roberts nodded and James cut off any further remonstrations from the jewish businessman with a glare.*
Dont call me for the next week. Im going to be very very busy. I will call you..*he took out a slim gold pocketwatch and examined the time..* Precisely One-Hundred and sixty eight hours from right now to express either my satisfaction or my displeasure. Part of our contract included a clause that guaranteed you would provide me with another if I was not wholly satisfied. I will know if I am within a week. Have a lovely day.
*Leaving the businessman gaping, James slid into the car, shut the door and spoke to the driver in a firm, authoritive tone.*
Home, Jons.
*He looked over to his new wife...and smiled. The veneer of congeniality fell from him, and to her he looked like nothing more than a shark who has come upon a veritable smorgasborg.*
<I>Im afraid I have not yet been entirely honest with you.</I>
*The windows automatically rolled up - thanks to a clever contrivance he had invented himself several months ago. These rolled up special tinted glass windows - the locks snapped shut a moment later and were themselves locked by a master switch in the main cabin. James leaned back and took off his coat...Revealing the snappy dressage beneath - clothes that were very clearly of an incredably rich quality and obviously of italian design.*
<I>No. Not honest at all, I am afraid.</I>
Mazel Tov, my friend. Enjoy your purchase.
*Robert did not hide the leer in his eyes, and James was about ready to smack him for that. He had not yet dropped the bomb on the girl and did not want to have to deal with her in a fit in public. He opened the door and when she stepped in smartly he closed it.*
Everything is in place then? Im not going to have the NYPD banging down my door?
*Roberts nodded and James cut off any further remonstrations from the jewish businessman with a glare.*
Dont call me for the next week. Im going to be very very busy. I will call you..*he took out a slim gold pocketwatch and examined the time..* Precisely One-Hundred and sixty eight hours from right now to express either my satisfaction or my displeasure. Part of our contract included a clause that guaranteed you would provide me with another if I was not wholly satisfied. I will know if I am within a week. Have a lovely day.
*Leaving the businessman gaping, James slid into the car, shut the door and spoke to the driver in a firm, authoritive tone.*
Home, Jons.
*He looked over to his new wife...and smiled. The veneer of congeniality fell from him, and to her he looked like nothing more than a shark who has come upon a veritable smorgasborg.*
<I>Im afraid I have not yet been entirely honest with you.</I>
*The windows automatically rolled up - thanks to a clever contrivance he had invented himself several months ago. These rolled up special tinted glass windows - the locks snapped shut a moment later and were themselves locked by a master switch in the main cabin. James leaned back and took off his coat...Revealing the snappy dressage beneath - clothes that were very clearly of an incredably rich quality and obviously of italian design.*
<I>No. Not honest at all, I am afraid.</I>
