Accepting the Brandy offered to me, I looked across the table at GFC @WinsntonChurchill.  I knew he had called to offer me the position.

You're asking me to run an entire organization.

I am asking you because you're one of the few people capable of doing it.

I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of my Brandy.

You're aware of my history?

Every detail that matters. 

I know you have spent years working inside the organization. I know you understand its hierarchy, its finances, its alliances, and its rivalries. I know you know how to negotiate when negotiation is possible.

More importantly, I understand people.

I know what motivated them. I know who can be trusted, who needs to be watched, and from what transpired the other day, who knows who was dangerous enough to never be given a second chance.

My years as an assassin had taught me something no business school ever could. 

But understand something, I continued. I'm not doing this because I want power. I'm doing it because if I'm going back into this world, I'm going back on my terms.

After a brief silence, @WinstonChurchill gestured as if to ask if I would like another drink, which I declined. 

And someone who's already earned respect. 

So that's why you're here.

That's why we're here.

I set my empty glass on his desk. 

Then I nodded.

Fine. I'll take the position.  

I got the smirk I knew you would, Bossman reached into his desk and handed me a set of keys.

These are the keys to the old mansion off Broad Ave. I had it renovated for your crew to continue the aesthetic of high luxury, expensive suits, and VIP lifestyles you all have become accustomed to.

Welcome to The Velvet Cartel.