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Charles John Donnell
Age 33
Height 6'1"
Weight 180lbs
Physically fit man with long, dark hair combed in a swooping fashion to the right with piercing blue eyes. No tattoos or piercings.
Here I was the boss. Everything inside this building and everyone in it was under my control. The first floors was a bank that funneled money and the upper floors were part of the operation. We controlled the money going in and out and with that money we lined the pockets of many powerful men and women and also opened up buidlings that the people needed, soup lines, medical clinics, halfway houses, all out of the generous nature that possessed my body and t win their hearts and minds.
Sitting in my penthouse behind my finally crafted oak desk, gently puffing on a cuban cigar and savoring the flavor. I generally did not smoke but I was in the company of my friend Hugo from Cuba and he gave it as a gift for our business transaction. He needed a loan and it was illegal to trade with Cuba even still, but he needed the money to build a hospital. I gave him the money with a generous interest and my aide drafted up the contract and set everything in motion.
I was the boss and though I was fair I did have to be hard. My men on the ground floor were the enforcers to ensure everything was kept in ine and my interests were protected, that being to stomp out trouble makers and to protect people such as Hugo as he headed out with the loan.
A new hospital will be lovely in Cuba. Hugo was a frequent guest and always payed what was owed thus I was not worried, however, once he was gone I was informed by my aide that Antonio, a man that was my chief enforcer years ago, had finally been found in the bottom of the lake.
Age 33
Height 6'1"
Weight 180lbs
Physically fit man with long, dark hair combed in a swooping fashion to the right with piercing blue eyes. No tattoos or piercings.
Here I was the boss. Everything inside this building and everyone in it was under my control. The first floors was a bank that funneled money and the upper floors were part of the operation. We controlled the money going in and out and with that money we lined the pockets of many powerful men and women and also opened up buidlings that the people needed, soup lines, medical clinics, halfway houses, all out of the generous nature that possessed my body and t win their hearts and minds.
Sitting in my penthouse behind my finally crafted oak desk, gently puffing on a cuban cigar and savoring the flavor. I generally did not smoke but I was in the company of my friend Hugo from Cuba and he gave it as a gift for our business transaction. He needed a loan and it was illegal to trade with Cuba even still, but he needed the money to build a hospital. I gave him the money with a generous interest and my aide drafted up the contract and set everything in motion.
I was the boss and though I was fair I did have to be hard. My men on the ground floor were the enforcers to ensure everything was kept in ine and my interests were protected, that being to stomp out trouble makers and to protect people such as Hugo as he headed out with the loan.
A new hospital will be lovely in Cuba. Hugo was a frequent guest and always payed what was owed thus I was not worried, however, once he was gone I was informed by my aide that Antonio, a man that was my chief enforcer years ago, had finally been found in the bottom of the lake.