Frankie had been so caught up in the death of Tony that she hadn't been focused on her family like she should have been.  In the interim, Tyler Durden had once again put his head into the business of Summerlin and Frankie was faced with some tough choices.  The family needed more made men, it simply could not be put off any longer.

Reviewing the notes from all of her Street Gang Leaders, namely from Raconteur, as well as those from both Matty and SullivanBlack - Frankie sent a runner to fetch Gegnome to come to her for a special mission; meanwhile the rest of the Tower made ready to welcome a new made man into their ranks - if he survived.

Sitting behind her desk and petty Uffa, dressed in a white on white business suit, she waited for Gegnome to arrive.

Gegnome approaches the office slowly, unsure of why exactly he was beckoned for. He is wearing a traditional black suit with a shamrock tie. His hands are slightly shaking. He straightens his tie and tries to make himself presentable before opening the door. He clears his throat and puffs his chest out.

"What is it that you need boss?"

"Gene," Frankie called her associate by his real name.  "Thank you for coming so quickly."  She stood up from her desk.  "I've been thinking about the work you've done for The Ivory Tower and the commitment you've shown to us.  I'm honestly very impressed."

She walked around her desk, scooping up Uffa's leash, "Which is why I sent for you."  She begins walking towards her door and waves for Gegnome to follow.  "Tyler Durden is back in town.  We think he's making a move on the Ivory Tower's holdings and I need a few people looked into by someone I can trust."

She heads down the stairs to the first floor where a door meant only for Made Men and Women to enter awaits.  She opens the door and beckons Gegnome to enter and descend down to the basement with her.  "I have a guest downstairs who will help explain the situation and get you started right away.

Frankie sent out invitations to anyone and everyone she could think of, in order to celebrate Gegnome earning his button!  She hoped that everyone would come out and wish him the very best in this thing of ours!
 

LooseChange walks into the celebration with his fedora tilted to the side. The hustle was good so the feeling was great. He pulls out a swisher from his breast pocket and lights it as he stands and scans the scene. Another button earned. Another one up for the Tower. What else would you expect but another peice of success added to the puzzle. LooseChange walks over to Gegnome. 

"Congratulations on your success, and with more to come."

He passe the swisher offering the crisp taste of the new Makavelli strain.

Raconteur pushed his way through the crowd to shake hands with the man of the hour. He couldn't be prouder of Gegnome and all that he had done for the Tower and a huge smile dominated his face. "Congratulations! I'm proud to see you reaching this point with us and know that you will go on to even greater things. It is good to be able to greet you as a full brother in this thing of ours." He handed Gegnome an aged bottle of Irish Whiskey and backed up, allowing the rest of the guests to have their moment with the new made man.

congrats on your new promotion

Francis eyed the smoking gun that LooseChange was passing around. The new strain was something of a beast. He would do well to not partake. To adjust his attention, he moved toward the newly made member when an opportunity arose.

"Congratulations friend. I hope we can get to know each other better, as we are yet to really brush shoulders. But being brought into the fold means one thing, and that is obvious. You've earned your place. And so I welcome you with open arms."

Francis gave Gegnome a hearty embrace, then slowly edged his way towards LC and the smoke trail.

Rat cheers loudly at the new addition.  "Con-RAT-ulations on your button."  He pulls a hunk of cheese from his pocket.  "Want a bite?"

Congratulation! 

Gegnome goes around greeting the people that came, taking the gifts offered and smiling the whole time.