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With spring finally setting in to Pennsylvania, Nujabes avoided the sneezing allergy-prone citizens on his walk to South Street - Philadelphia's gem in the daytime. Several blocks later, he ended up at a newly erected factory, opposite his own newly built café and music store. Up until then, his thoughts distracted the fact that his bodyguard, Percy, was lurking behind him. Giving an elegant grunt and a sneeze, he spoke.
"God damn allergies. This the place?"
Nujabes nodded slowly before stepping up the stairs to open the large steel doors; The Caribou Coffee Factory. Down a few flights of stairs, a large production center that had hundreds if not thousands of coffee cannisters; new coffee contracts from countries in South America and Africa, along with Jamaica and India secured, he laughed to himself.
"Hmm. A lot of stuff I could use these cannisters for.."
As he pondered on the more illicit uses for the large containers, his bodyguard Percy once again spoke.
"To your office, sir?"
"Right, right.. I have to see what kind of renovations they did with the office, anyway. Nothing but concrete the last time I checked."
He was led upstairs to the top floor - one room, a spacious office whose mahogany door when opened revealed lush hardwood floors, a small study and a desk nearly the size of a person. Noticing his desk chair turned the opposite way- in the direction of his window - he raised an eyebrow before noticing a familiar ring. A gold cufflink followed, with the chair spinning to reveal none other than the Godfather of Philadelphia himself - CrazyNine.
"Well, well.. Nice place you developed on my dollar, my friend. Oh, take a seat!" Motioning to the chairs opposite his side of the desk, Nujabes settled in to the all too comfortable leather chair and smiled.
"I have to thank you again.. This place is incredible. I didn't think I'd be able to get such lucrative real estate.." he said. Smirking, CrazyNine got out of the chair and ran his fingers through the small library that had been set up. Stopping at one in particular, he chuckled.
"The Wealth of Nations? Are you running a family or running for office?"
"You know me, boss. Always was a curious one."
"Ah, well. This time it didn't kill the cat - I probably should be going. I have a date with a tailor and a masseuse. Oh.. one more thing. What're you naming this whole operation, anyway?"
Smirking, Nujabes replied.
"The Caribou Cartel." |
