OOM: An idea

[latino_menace]

There are some people that believe that wanting something doesn’t give you the right to expect it.

Ramon is not one of those people.

He’s more of the opinion that what he wants and what he expects is exactly the same thing. To be fair to him, he’s usually right. If only because he makes sure things work out that way.

The club in Texorami is currently closed for refurbishment because if he’s going to own it, it’s got to damn well look good. It also gives him a good opportunity to talk to key members of staff and get the lowdown on some other businesses in the area. The ones well-known for the drugs that have made him so rich. He’s been sitting downstairs all day while builders work around him, holding meetings with various people, finding out what they know. And paying others to find out the bits that are missing.

It’s not hard. He’s done this sort of thing all his life. And right now, two key things are becoming clear. One is that it shouldn’t be long before he’ll be able to persuade more people to sell to him. The other is that the hold on the drug trade is in the hands of a few different people and therefore, it’ll take longer to take over. But it also gives him the chance to build up gradually as he finds out how this world works, before making his move on it.

All in all, a productive day. When the last of his new staff leaves and the builders are packing up for the day, he sits and smokes a cigar, mulling things over. Nothing unexpected to worry about, and that’s fine – so it’s not long before his thoughts turn to other matters. Namely, the best way to proceed against a new problem that needs to be cleared up. A person that needs to be put in her place.

It’s not long before an idea presents itself. Simple yet effective, he thinks. With the added bonus of…yes.

Ramon grins and gets up, decides to head for the bar for a drink. Because such plans require celebration. Of course.