"Shhhh...calm down Angry_Goose.  It is coincidental...Lib_ has started to recognise that her being chairwoman of the Crispy Goose Skin society is wrong in this day and age"

'Honk, gentle flap, honk honk waddle'

(well I suppose that's quite comforting to know, another coffee my fine moustachio'd friend?)

After his really good meal he felt a coffe or two will do well before heading out to new business somewhere on this planet.

He gets into Cafe Colombian which served one of the best coffe he knew of.

He gets in a sec a cup of this amzingly tasting coffee and just enjoys each sip he takes

After drinking two cup of this black gold and payd for it he were thrilled and filled with energy again.

Pablo Ryman needed a break from talk about ferroalloys and al azúcar glas so he took himself off to Cafe Colombian with his newspaper under his arm.

He ordered his Don Ryman Pablo and decided to have a slice of the torta negra. 

"Hola Milk, I hope the torta is fresh!"

Pablo Ryman sat down and looked at his crossword.  Six down "Shrunken ball carrier (7)".  It started with an E from six across, zopilote, with a T from tomate.  He had a think...escroto seemed to fit.  Pablo Ryman had a think about seven across using the O from escroto, "Spot between breasts of an 80 year old (6)", that had to be ombligo.

The twins popped into the coffee house and waved at the luxuriously moustachio'd Ryman_Branson who seemed to be muttering about boobs in Spanish, this perked Aidan up no end

'Heh, boobs' said Aiden who, as discussed before, was a bit of a dick

'shut up and order us some coffee you gurning cockwomble' replied his twin sister Nadia.

Being it was such a beautiful day in Detroit the café was busy with customers when Harper arrived.  After talking with Rosa one of the head waitresses for awhile she spotted her good friend Ryman_Branson sitting doing a crossword puzzle and stopped and talked to him for awhile.  She ordered a Koffee Kult – Huila Coffee and Torta Negra Colombian and asked Lilly to have it delivered to the office,

When she walked into the office Big Moe had just finished inventorying the shipment.  There was plenty demand for the coffee and well as the product and things were going well.  The only problem they had was with the demise of some very loyal and trusted people they were in the process of trying secure some more manpower. Harper had a very protected and lucrative business going and was very selective about the people she brought it.  One wrong person could jeopardize the whole operation. 

Harper was optimistic she would find trusted people down the line.

There was business to be discussed and Orko had told the men that Cafe Columbian seems like the perfect little spot that would give them enough protection via civilians while also having reputable enough owners who knew their way around their way of work-- which was to say, that they would be able to speak freely without worry of any sort of worries. Pulling up to the Cafe the was a moment or two where he wondered if this was the right move, but as the three finely dressed men entered the operation it was too late to turn back now.

"I guess I should enter then...", he spoke softly to himself while staring at the doors, when he started this conversation there was no going back and no telling if he would ever be able to make it right if it goes wrong. When he walked inside there was a lot of awkward silence before he made it far enough in which is where most of the boisterous conversation was taking place.

"Orko, Orko!" 

"Yes, it is I... Orko!"

"So you got the stuff?"

This was his first drug deal so to speak so he was a bit shaky as he worked his hand up into his hat and pulled out what looked to be a small indiscriminate bag of powder. Sliding it over to one of the men, they gave it a taste before giving a nod of appreciation; Orko had known his stuff was good, he bought it from the best dealers in the State.

"Is this it?"

"No, no. You'd be surprised what my hat can hold."

"How much?"

"$280,000 and not a penny less. The stuff is good, I can tell you like it."

No one said a word for what felt like an entire minute, but eventually one of the men made the first move and took out a wad of cash. It didn't look like much, but money up close was never as hefty as you would imagine in your mind. After the money was counted and Orko was satisfied, the rest of the begs were handed over and the three men left the area.

***The Food Order***

But Orko wasn't done yet. Calling over a waiter, he asked for a menu and ordered a ham and cheese. His nerves were through the roof after doing something that dangerous for the very first time. Hoping that the food would be good enough to calm him a bit, he also decided to order the fancy drink off of the menu.

This was an exciting time, but now all that was left to do was eat and he had plenty of tip money now...

Then Big Moe’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.  What the fuck? All Harper could say was “What?” That mother fucker sitting at the booth, Harper followed his eyes that mother fucker just made a sell and the other mother fucker had the fucking nerve to taste it.  Oh fuck no, it better be my shit he just sold.  Moe called Marsha, the waitress who was handling that area.   You know that guy over there.  Marsha told him no but heard the other guy call him Orko. 

Big Moe walked over to Orko and asked if he could talk with him.  Harper could see the "oh shit" in his eyes.  Moe signal her to follow them to the office on the second floor.   Once inside Moe told Orko to have a seat and offered him a stronger drink. They call me Big Moe.  I run the shit here.   Moe pulled out his stash with his special gold straw Pierre made for him and asked Orko to sample it. Moe took a one on one first then passed it to Orko.  The only time Harper saw Moe use was when he was doing business. He had seen so many lose it all to the white horse, putting more up their nose than they made. He was determined he wasn’t going down that way.  Moe watched Orko take a one on one himself.  Moe liked the respect given him by Orko not tasting it first.  From Orko reaction, Moe got the impression it was straight.  You want that at a good price you can always discuss it with either me or Harper but ask you be very discreet about it.   But in the mean time I need to ask you not to do that type of business here, because it’s jeopardizing to my operation.  I respect your hustle but it's just bad for business doing it here. With that he just escorted Orko out the office, walked him back downstairs and wished him a good day.

Rico had just flew into Detroit for some business and suddenly his nose was caught by the smell of Columbian coffee. Rico has a severe coffee addiction and he knew he needed some now! He quickly went into the coffee shop and approached the counter. 

"I'll take a Don Pablo coffee and half a dozen donuts please! There's nothing better than some coffee and donuts!" 

Rico waited for his order to be made, paid the cashier and took a seat to people watch. Rico sat there for a while, watching people come and go as they got their coffee, pastries, and food. The coffee was fantastic, not too acidic and gave him just the kick he needed to get on with his business. He dunked a couple of donuts in his coffee and watched as some other customers gave him weird looks. "Don't knock it til you try it!" he said to them as they stared. Once his donuts were gone and his coffee was finished left the coffee shop with plans to return real soon. 

There was a moment of clarity when Orko was pushed out of the establishment by the large man, if he were to sell a lot of drugs and move them fast then he would definitely need places like this to work with. While their point had been made it was time for him to make one of his own as he walked straight back into the establishment and walked up towards the big guy.

"You said I could have a conversation with Harper, yes? I am a very mobile gentleman and there's places I can get into without making so much as a peep. Give me a chance to prove that I can be an asset and let me speak with your boss. I've got a lot to say."

Could this be his way in? He wasn't sure if this would get him kicked out again or not, but the other option was to walk away and leave potential profits on the table and that just wasn't how he operated.

Big Moe had to laugh himself at Orko thinking Harper was his Boss.  Well shit sometimes Harper did think she’s the Boss.  Always telling him to take my feet off the desk and stop cussing, so decided to just go along with him. Moe brought him back up to the office where Harper was seated at a desk and informed her that Orko wanted to talk business. 

Harper asked them to have a seat then turned to Orko and before she asked him what was on his mind she gave him a heads up.

Before you start so you know both Big Moe and I have a lot to lose if you fuck up.  Security eyeballed you as soon as you walked into the Café.  Then your client had the nerve to taste your shit in the open.  First of all your client should have tested the product before you set up the exchange.

Now for some reason Big Moe likes you and thinks he can work with you.  He’s a good judge of people.  I am more cautious and skeptical of people. We are not looking for a street hustler, we are looking for someone that can move product.  Now with that being said I am going to leave all the details up to you and Big Moe to work out. 

Harper excused herself she had one more person to meet with before she caught her flight out. As she was walking out Big Moe turned to Orko.

So my new friend how much product do you think you can handle?

Harper had finally made arrangement to meet @Severide at the Café in Detroit. Francine a waitress phoned her to say a Mr. @Severide  was there to see her.  She told Francine she would be right down. Winston head of security called her right after.  He told her the @Severide had entered the café by himself and sat down at a booth.  Shortly afterwards 2 men entered one sat down at a table for two on his right side near the gift shop and the other came in and sat down at the counter to his left.  He said it might be just a coincidence, they might not be with him,  but he strongly doubted it.  Harper told Winston it’s fine if he had his boys with him. 

Harper went to the booth where Severide was sitting sat down, extended her hand and introduced herself.  When he went to shake her hand the first thing she notices was his eyes.  They reminded her of her grandfather’s eyes, piercing, very intense. Harper had learned where words are restrained; the eyes often talk a great deal.  

Francine came over with the Juan Valdez that Severide ordered and Harper orders the same for herself.  They sat and talked about everyday stuff.  How’s Detroit treating you, how’s New York,  just getting to know a little about each other.  Harper was completely mesmerized by his eyes, especially the way he looked into hers when he talked.  She always felt more comfortable seeing a man’s eyes.  

Harper asked Severide to please follow her to the office there was someone she would like for him to meet.  She asked him if he cared for another coffee and he told her he was fine. 

Of course when they walked into the office Big Moe was sitting with his feet on the desk which he quickly took down and laughed.   They sat at the large desk in front of Moe and Harper introduced them.  Moe got up and walk over to the bar, ask asked Severide if he cared for a drink and he told him whatever he was having.  Moe poured a shot of Cognac for them and one over ice for Harper.  He already knew the deal with Severide and knew if Harper didn’t think he was cool she would have never brought him into the office.  Harper picked up her drink and excused herself to make an important call to let them talk business. When she returned she could tell they came to some mutual agreement.

Again they did a little small talk then Harper escorted Severide back downstairs and told him she looked forward to doing business with him.  He said likewise and would be getting in touch with her or Big Moe soon.  

Severide was finally able to meet with Harper in person.  Getting the letter from the Hotel was unexpected, but after meeting up with Harper and having the conversation with Big Moe, everything made sense.

Big Moe went back over to the bar to grab himself another drink and asked Severide if he would like another and Severide put a hand up.

"The gesture is very much appreciated, big guy, but I have some business to attend to in less than an hour and I want my mind to be sharp.  One is fine, but if I get one more in me, that one more will more than likely turn into a few more, before I know it, I'll be waking up wondering what happened the night before.  Thank you, but I will have to pass for now.  Although, after hearing Harper's business proposal, I'm sure we'll have plenty celebratory drinks in the future."

Big Moe shrugged and poured himself a drink.

"Have one for me," Severide said.

Big Moe smiled and poured himself another drink.

"Aye, you don't have to tell me twice!" Big Moe exclaimed.

Severide smiled and shook Big Moe's hand. Shortly afterwards, Harper walked back in and both men looked at her.

"So, are we able to make these arrangements happen, Mr. Severide?" Harper asked Severide.

Severide turned to Harper.

"Yes, Ma'am.  The business proposal sounds quite appealing.  I will talk to my connections and we will make this happen soon."

Harper walked Severide back to the Cafe and the two shook hands before parting ways.

Harper walked back upstairs to the office.  Big Moe asked her if she want another drink but she told him no she was alright.  He then turn to her and told her he thought she found a good man in Severide.  He told her he didn’t know if he would be as good as Frank was but thought pretty close.   He said he was thinking about getting a small shipment in from Chicago.  Things had been a little slow in Detroit since the shit hit the fan last, but things were beginning to pick back up.  He told her that both MarcoV and Quinlan had made arrangements for some very large collections and things were getting back on track. Harper told Moe that she informed security about Severide just in case he wanted to branch out in the other cities.  

Martha walked into the office and Harper knew it was time to get to some legitimate business.  We were still importing tons of coffee from Colombia keeping their government very happy and Martha was selling it all over the country.  She had obtain some unimaginable accounts. Harper was seriously considering opening up shop in Las Vegas.  

MarcoV  and Harper flew in with the product to be delivered to the Café. When it was unloaded MarcoV rode in the truck with the driver and Harper followed behind. When they arrived at the Cafe MarcoV stayed behind to supervisor the unloading at the dock and Harper went into the office.  Big Moe was on the phone when she walked in and when he was finished he asked her

 What’s was up?

Well the shipment is in, MarcoV is down at the dock supervising.

Well what’s up with you, you sure are in a good fucking mood.

You’ll never guess who I hooked back up with.

Slick Rick, I heard he was back in town, out the pen.

Nah, not Slick Rick, I am not interested in seeing him.

Then who in the fuck did you just hook back up with, Big Moe asked in an agitated voice.

You’re not going to believe it.  It’s a blast from the past that you will want to see.

The hell with you Harper, just tell me who it is and stop playing fucking games.

Alright, alright you don’t have to get so uptight.

It’s Rembrant

Moe’s whole demeanor changed.  Get the fuck out of here.  That’s my girl. I think about her all the time.  I mean if it wasn’t for you and her slinging that product back in the day and Rembrant pulling strings with that lady Judge I don’t know where I would be.  I couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as she is would never give me a play. 

Well you just weren’t her type.   Moe just shot Harper the finger and they both laughed.

Well I can’t wait to see her. Does she still look the same?

Definitely, the little age has made her look even more attractive.

She has always been one classy bitch.  I don’t know why, Moe cut himself short, never mind.

Well I am going to tell her you are looking forward to seeing her again and set something for us to hook up.

Cool, OK let me go see what’s going on with the unloading.  Some of the product has to be shipped out to Las Vegas.  We will talk later.

Rembrant runs up behind MarcoV winking at Harper as she cups her hands over his eyes.  "Gimme tha powda punk"!  

Marco pops up fully embracing Rembrant lifting her off the ground as she giggled.  

"God you are still a beast!  I am hugging the rock of Gibralter here Harper"  Rembrant gives Moe a few loving punches and leans over to Harper giving her a kiss on the cheek. She sits making room for Moe.

"Whew, I wasn't sure I was going to make it!  This city is bruuuutal huh?  It has been raining so much lately"  She waves a boy over and orders a carafe of Merlot.  She rubs her eyes in an attempt to wipe away the stress from the flight.  "Should have waited, could have gotten a flight with your people, next time"

Rembrant smiles at Harper then turns to Moe nudging his shin with her heel tip, he jumps a little.  "What are you doing Moe"  the twinkle in her eye intensifying "you look like you have seen a ghost"

It reminded her of all times as Harper watched Rembrant playfully punched Big Moe around.  She knew what was coming next.  Moe grabbed Rem’s petit body in a bear hug, telling her how much he had missed her and that he was so glad to see her as he sat down.  After a little conversation he told her to come with him and let him show her around.  He took her downstairs to the back of the café and showed her how they grinded he coffee and bagged both the ground coffee and well as coffee beans in containers.  He then took her upstairs through tight security and showed her how the product was taken out of the large coffee drums and distributed into 10 pound specially marked coffee containers.

When they came back to the office he explained to Rembrant that with the drama going on between the families a lot of his trusted loyal people had met their demise,  nothing to do with the business,  but put a little  stain on it.  Luckily MarcoV, Quinlan and Severide join forces with him and everything was running smoothly again. He told her if she wanted in it was cool or if she needed anything at all to let him know.

"Moe, it is so good to see you honey.  I am floored, this place is top of the line."  She beams. "I grow more astonished every time I see you Harper!"  Rembrant warmly chuckles

She moves in close holding Moe she whispers in his ear "I love that you would work me in here" she kisses his cheek "But this Lady is freelancing Moe"  Rembrant stands up and makes a confident exaggerated pose.

She sits back down across from Harper "How the hell do you keep track of all of this?"

She lights a cigarette and takes a sip of merlot "Do you EVER sleep?"

Harper walked over to the bar and poured herself her favorite apple pie moonshine over ice.  

Big Moe runs the show here.  I am telling you Rembrant he runs a tight ship. The rapport he has established here and in Colombia is unbelievable.  He's determined not to let anyone fuck up what he's accomplished.  He's done his homework.  He has so much dirt on very important people, they know not to mess with him.  It wasn't always easy keeping the business on the down low but the Colombian government is more interested in the  amount of coffee we're importing.  Concetta, I can't wait for you to meet her keeps the coffee sales afloat.   She obtained contracts with restaurants, hotels, casinos and a few stores to buy the coffee.  All the cafés have gift shop and you would be surprised how many people purchase the coffee to take home.   We haven't had one close call with anyone checking us out.  We just received the aviation rights to fly from Miami to Borgata.  With flying your own planes in and out it's less of a hassle with customs. Harper stops to take a few sips of her drink.

With the other business good people were already working taking care of everything.  Some have been with my family for years.  Even the airlines had already been established by a good friend Nightrid.   When he just up and disappeared it was hard with his greedy family, but I was able to buy him out.  I still have a lot of learning to do but it's all working out.  Never in a million years would I believe I would be in the place I am at but I am making the best of it and rather enjoying it. 

Maybe one day you will come to Colombia with us.  I think you would really like visiting there. 

Concetta was sick with the flu that was going around and out of commission for awhile.  Harper found herself conducting legit business, which was a welcome change for her.  She was meeting with Joseph P. Allen, owner of the Holly Hotel.

A massive fire almost destroyed the structure; Allen immediately rebuilt it in a much more modest style and was now offering Colombian coffee on his menu thanks to Concetta.  He dubbed the building the "Allendorf Hotel," a distinguished imitation of the New York "Waldorf" and Harper was looking forward to doing business with him.

When Joseph arrived and Harper told him that Concetta was sick with the flu she could see the disappointment and how smitten he was with her.

Confidence is key, but cockiness makes me want to run for the hills, Harper thought as she sat and had a conversation with him. As far as she could see this guy was full of shit. Overconfident people are often quite insecure, and they cover up their insecurities through dominating and controlling others.

 During their conversation she had to simply pivot to new topics to discontinue his overconfident dominance.  This guy was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.  He knew jack shit about business in the real world.

But Harper was nice and polite.  She just had him sign the contracts that Concetta had created for his business.  After they were signed there was no more conversation to be had with this guy. She thanked him for coming in, told him she looked forward to his business and that Concetta would be getting in touch with him soon.