And Don’t Be Late
Eve Quinlan spoke with Poison Ivy on the phone for several hours, filled her in on the key people she would meet during her stay, and promised to send over a dossier containing various business propositions. She looked at the phone and thought about arranging some entertainment for her guest, but wasn’t sure how receptive the lady would be towards the kind of entertainment she had in mind. She smirked.
Business had been going so well that she was taking the night off for a change. Tomorrow she would make the final arrangements for her trip overseas. A flight to Paris, the Orient Express to Istanbul, and then overland to Lhasa, Nepal, and points east. A caravan was being assembled and, of course, guides, assistants, and bodyguards would be waiting to ensure her safety and comfort on the journey. The Monkey Machines shouldn’t present much of a problem while she was away. She’d made arrangements to keep them busy elsewhere. Kingpin and the Cartel would handle any emergencies while she was overseas.
Eve flipped through the pages of a small black book and quickly dialed. It was immediately picked up on the other end. “Meet me tonight,” Eve said into the phone in a husky voice, “Yes… see you then.” She placed the phone onto its cradle and smiled. He seemed to be always there waiting for her call. That pleased her.
She arranged the papers and placed them into the portfolio, tying it securely with the attached ribbon. She posted the portfolio and a hand-written note to Poison Ivy, and placed it in the hands of a trusted courier. Poison Ivy would likely be pleased by the proposals. If acceptable, it would mean consolidation of resources in various industries, and the creation of a solid partnership for future opportunities that could arise. Eve liked the woman, which was unusual for Eve. She usually got along better with men… but this time, perhaps things would be different, just as her journey would be a great change in her life.
