That auburn brow rose higher. “An I scratch your back you scratch mine?” came Danger’s soft drawl. This would most certainly be a profitable venture.
“I reckon I can aide with some sway with the local population in seeing the benefits of coming under Confederate care…” she began, blowing a stream of smoke from between her lips.
“What new facilities are we talking about with Arceneau Trade?” she asked. It was always good to be clear cut and dry. Most things she did was build warehouses, fueling stations, fueling refineries, and of course, maintenance buildings and yards for the maintenance of her ships and that of the factories and refineries.
“We can certainly make quite a bit of profit with Dirha being so close to the Mara… you’ll be in prime position for refueling stations along that sector.” she wasn’t going to lie and say it wasn’t a good bit of property to have. It was. There was business sense in the woman, and if it was good for credit, she would admit it.
Of course, that didn’t meant she wouldn’t be looking after her interests here talking with [member="Isley Verd"].
