The financial district within Fiore’s capital of Crocus was currently filled with the sound of construction. A new multistory building had been erected, and while the outside had mostly been completed the inside still had a ways to go. With one exception: a small villa located on the buildings roof. It was nominally Xiaomin’s home within the capital, even if she did not technically own it. Like the rest of the building, her villa had been funded by the Kahoshi-clan as part of their investment in the region. Until she could pay back that investment, Xiaomin was little better than a tenant.
Which led, in part, to her presence here today. Word had come in from Midi that a member of the Clan had been sent to act as her new financial officer. Certainly she could use such a person now that money was starting to flow, but she knew what this newcomer really was. A spy. Her superior clearly did not trust her entirely, something she could not fault him for. Her position within the Clan existed only because she had inherited it from her father. A man who had been betrayed and lost his entire organization. Sending one of their own to keep an eye on the money was a not so subtle way of making sure Xiaomin behaved.
This newcomer would be arriving from the east of the country, and would have to pass through the capital on the way to their real base in Hosenka. As this building would be the main financial center of their operations, it had made sense to have their first meeting here despite the ongoing construction. Within the soundproofed villa (primarily to keep sounds from leaving the building), the noise outside was essentially nonexistent.
Her villa was itself a miniature base. Besides her room, there was an office, a living area for entertaining guests, a small meeting room for up to ten, and then all the other basic necessities such as a kitchen and rooms for her guards and servants. Expensive decorations already adorned much of the villa. Even though part of Xiaomin hated wasting money on such frivolities when there was still so much she had to invest in, but it was ultimately a necessary business expense. She would eventually meet the rich and powerful here from outside the Clan, and she would need to show off the wealth and power her organization wielded.
In the living area, Xiaomin reclined in a chair specially prepared for her. It faced a pair of sofas, at such an angle that all seated would easily be able to converse. What would not be apparent to most was that the sofas had been built to sit low to the ground, while her chair was the opposite. It was a small illusion that would make her seem taller while sitting. The diminutive crime lord did not want to be seen as weak, and so often relied on things like this to prop her up. Literally, in many cases. As she relaxed in her chair, reading a report on some property acquisitions for a new brothel, one of her men stepped through the door.
“Mistress, your guest has arrived.”
“See them in,” Xiaomin responded, setting down the report. She would remain seated, for even if this newcomer was a spy, Xiaomin intended to make it clear that she was still the one in charge.
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Which led, in part, to her presence here today. Word had come in from Midi that a member of the Clan had been sent to act as her new financial officer. Certainly she could use such a person now that money was starting to flow, but she knew what this newcomer really was. A spy. Her superior clearly did not trust her entirely, something she could not fault him for. Her position within the Clan existed only because she had inherited it from her father. A man who had been betrayed and lost his entire organization. Sending one of their own to keep an eye on the money was a not so subtle way of making sure Xiaomin behaved.
This newcomer would be arriving from the east of the country, and would have to pass through the capital on the way to their real base in Hosenka. As this building would be the main financial center of their operations, it had made sense to have their first meeting here despite the ongoing construction. Within the soundproofed villa (primarily to keep sounds from leaving the building), the noise outside was essentially nonexistent.
Her villa was itself a miniature base. Besides her room, there was an office, a living area for entertaining guests, a small meeting room for up to ten, and then all the other basic necessities such as a kitchen and rooms for her guards and servants. Expensive decorations already adorned much of the villa. Even though part of Xiaomin hated wasting money on such frivolities when there was still so much she had to invest in, but it was ultimately a necessary business expense. She would eventually meet the rich and powerful here from outside the Clan, and she would need to show off the wealth and power her organization wielded.
In the living area, Xiaomin reclined in a chair specially prepared for her. It faced a pair of sofas, at such an angle that all seated would easily be able to converse. What would not be apparent to most was that the sofas had been built to sit low to the ground, while her chair was the opposite. It was a small illusion that would make her seem taller while sitting. The diminutive crime lord did not want to be seen as weak, and so often relied on things like this to prop her up. Literally, in many cases. As she relaxed in her chair, reading a report on some property acquisitions for a new brothel, one of her men stepped through the door.
“Mistress, your guest has arrived.”
“See them in,” Xiaomin responded, setting down the report. She would remain seated, for even if this newcomer was a spy, Xiaomin intended to make it clear that she was still the one in charge.
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