Private The Motel Agreement

[Angelica Thindrel]

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In Denon, it's hard to find a place away from the prying eyes of Corpos. Such spots exist but one needs to have the right underworld pull to uncover them and be allowed entrance. One of these safe havens is aptly named the No-Tell Motel. It was once a place for working guys and gals to ply their trade but has been turned around by more business-savvy criminals like Angelica. The entire bottom floor has be redone into a smoking lounge, the comfort and style of which rival even the uber-lux lounges in the upper city. The floors above have all be renovated into private meeting rooms, guaranteed bug free, where the highest-value customers can relax and talk business openly. It was here in room 203 Angelica waited the arrival of her guests.

The room was on the smaller end and sparsly furnished. If she had to guess, Angelica would say it could have housed a single bed no bigger than a queen. Long gone was any mattress though, and in it's place was a solid oak table with two seats on either side. Angie sat on the end facing the door, in front of her three crystal glasses and bottle of brandy she'd bought at the lounge below. The anticipation of the upcoming meeting made her blood rush and the desire to crack into the liquor was strong. Only through chain-smoking half a pack of cigarras was she able to ward off the urge. Never had she met Alkor Centaris before but she didn't see him as a man who took on drunks as business partners.

As the clock ticked forward toward the allotted time Angie grew even more unsettled, taking off then putting back on her fur coat numerous times in attempt to get comfy. In the end, she decided to leave it on and that she'd just tap her fingers on the table until her guests showed up.