>>19621860Some time later that evening in a secluded corner of a yakuza owned restaurant, the four discuss business over a meal. Satoshi nudges the translator. “彼女のナイトクラブについて尋ねてください。ストリッパーもいるのかな?彼女もその一人になるでしょうか?”
Haruka nods slowly, then looks at Cassie. “Tanaka-Sama would like to know more about the nightclub you’ll be operating on his turf.”
Cassie grins slightly. “My nightclubs are the hubs my organisation’s business is built around. I own six back home in Ireland, all of which were once small pubs I inherited from my late husband before his… untimely passing. I had always wanted to expand but he just didn’t share the same vision.”
A thoughtful expression crosses her face. “But fortunately, with his tragic demise came the silver lining of the chance to do things my way. Now, I’m going global. Close to a year ago I opened my seventh club, and my first outside of Ireland, in Spaghetti Town, where the publicity provided by my wrestling career has further enhanced the popularity of the venue. The club here in Tokyo will be my eighth. In those clubs I can clean my money and move product at a rate the competition simply lacks the infrastructure to keep up with.”
Cassie looks around the restaurant, then at Satoshi. “I presume you clean your money in this place, and others like it. You’re thinking small. Like my ex-husband. Xtacy Tokyo will be able to clean as much money as at least twenty places like this.”
Satoshi gulps down a glass of Sake as Haruka translates, then narrows his eyes at Cassie as she finishes. “あの売春婦は私に野心がないと言っているのでしょうか?彼女の売春宿の準備ができたら、私がどれほど野心的であるかがわかるでしょう。私は彼女を殺して、彼女の売春宿ナイトクラブを自分で所有するつもりです。今度は彼女に黒色火薬について尋ねてください。”
