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"The quorum is one of our highest governing bodies." He pointed towards a towering building in the distance. "They have the power to create laws, regulate international commerce." He explained. "We would have to convince the Quorum that this hotel would be good for the Empire, as Langara has strict laws regarding foreign businesses." He took a sip of some whiskey that he had sitting in a cupholder.
"Carmen has complicated things because of who she insulted.."
The Carmen problem had grown from an annoying relative to a true thorn in his side. Hate began to fester in his gut at the thought of her. Carlo's smile soured.
"Carmen has zero to do with Dellevon Intergalactic," he continued with a hint of venom, "Rest assured that any box the Quorum could imagine, as far as qualifications for consideration, we can check. I personally, will check."
"I look forward to meeting this Quorum. I am not here to convince," Carlo unfurled his hand with his palm to the sky, his entire demeanor seeming to soften.
In truth, he was boiling on the inside.Here he sat, doing the hard part of keeping the Dellevon ship of revenue afloat. Their family's greatest legacy, the thing that put food on the table and clothes on their backs, relied on business meetings of this variety- and yet! He wore an ankle monitor of sorts, like a damned criminal. Tomorrow he would go to court- to Quorum -and do what exactly? Redo everything he had done to get to this point?
"On paper," he winked, "Caprica City and Dellevon Intergalactic is match made in the stars."
Hagan turned to watch a trio of black and white police cars with blue lights flashing rush down the opposite direction.
"Carmen is a nobody. It seems time for a reminder of her lack of status," He said through grit teeth, and his phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out without moving his eyes from Hagan.
"I think i've done more than enough research," Carlo continued, "to know the Quorum enjoy money, influence, and power. Dellevon Intergalactic as a brand fails to be impacted by the actions of an estranged member of the founder's family. Likewise, the brand stays both far enough from and close enough to regional politics to stay out of them. People choose to stay in our properties for the luxury, for the immersive experience, for the splendor- surely the Aschen wouldn't want to fall behind on a trend when they could set the tone of it."
Carlo kept a half smile on his face and held up his phone to Hagan, "My apologies," smiling wider. His cousin, Diego, had sent him a message. It was likely to be good news, numbers, and metrics from the recent Grand Opening at Hotel Zafiro. The hotel was in an asteroid - Blue Heaven - orbiting along outside a known property of interest to the Achen. Their Gods only knew why they wanted Terra. Carlo sure didn't get it, but he didn't care.
Revenue was revenue.
His smile froze and his eyes lost their light as Carlo read the incoming message. He flicked his glance back to Hagan, then read the rest of it. After a pause Carlo cleared his throat and shoved his phone back into his pocket. Yes, he'd see to it that the Carmen Problem was taken care of. Right after dinner.
"How far is this place?"
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