Joyner sat to himself, drumming his fingers on his new desk, he was a bit taken by the entire process if he was honest. Long ago it had been his father who could have earned such a seat, yet this was different, his people around him, they chose him to lead. It was the right move, for all the parties involved, with a smile, he turned his chair and looked out at the skyline, North Side, it was not what he had expected. There was a rustic beauty almost, it drew people in, obviously so, and it gave them a glimpse as to what this city held. 

A history like no other, blood spilt, alliances built and rebellions made within this city. It was certainly more than a bit different, for Joyner he knew that he had a lot of business to look for, to decide what he wanted to work with. Of course, those who worked the streets, he wanted the gain the favour of Chicago's lady luck and that was one way of doing business, these pesky durdens roamed the streets with an ease that did not suit his business. 

"Boss, what do you need us to do?"

Turning his head, he gave the sponsor a small smile, one that spoke some volumes about what he was going to be doing. Many others sent cars or decided that these type of people didn't really need to be wooed into some spiel about the honours of this life, sometimes, there was no honour. It was money and blood that made the world turn, it took the right people. 

"Spread the word, tell people that we're recruiting. What we stand for, eh? The classic stuff. I don't want them running at the first sight of you schmucks, sometimes honest is needed about what we do here."

His sponsors gave him small nods, getting used to when their boss simply decided to do away with the smile. Deciding that some seriousness could be used before he poured himself a glass, taking a bottle from the liquor cabinet. 

"In the end, let them know, we're here to help them, in return, we expect them to be our family. To be bonded by blood, just as every other crew out there. And they ask, what makes us unique from all the others? You tell them this: We're here to give you a life, we're here to make sure that you're going to be known for the next years in this life of ours, mm?"

Like that, the sponsors got the message and would begin spreading the word, A.D.H.D was open for business, they were going to be scouring the country to find men and women worthy of wearing their crest, to make sure that they represented what North Side and The Windy City believed in....

"Guess its time to feel like a prince who turned to a King..."

With that, Joyner took a sip of his drink and started to get to work, time was business and business was money.