Sitting comfortably behind his office desk in the basement of his pub, Justin lit a cigar to start of the days proceedings, the cigar was a Cuban, he settled for nothing less, after all being a fence had it's perks. Dressed in a three piece black suit with shining black shoes and sleek black hair, he worked through his latest acquired piece. It was a vase stolen form the royal family of Russia, It bared their mark, an antique indeed. He examined the royal crest as he picked up his magnifying glass and smiled at it's authenticity, settling it down he began to look over his office, admiring the success he had achieved in such little time, at just 28 he owned his own pub, and an underground black market for illegal goods. He was good at what he did, and word on the street if it's authentic, Justin will buy it, regardless of the strings attached to it, and no one could touch him, even though the police always have an eye on him, his operations remain secret and well disguised, obviously he had a certain amount of support with him, links to the commissioner of police, a few inspectors on payroll, a judge or two here and there. Life was good. He was young, rich and powerful but alone, and that is the way he preferred things, he had a dark side not many were able to witness, because of his mastery at disguise, and his excellent oratory.
As he say pondering over all of these thoughts, he heard a large bang above him, quickly he hid the priceless vase in a secret compartment under his desk and put out his cigar, with one hand he brushed his sleek hair behind his ear and with the other he opened to the door to his office and made his way upstairs, only to be cut off half way by a big man,almost too big to fit in the staircase, almost completely bald and very foul smelling, followed by at least a dozen armed guards, Justin knew exactly who he was and what he was here for, but Justin did not have what the man had come for. "Why hello Igor,what a pleasant surprise,I was just thinking of you" Justin says,lying with complete confidence, Igor grunted in response,"Come come,lets talk in my office" said Justin,making is way back down the stairs,opening his office door and sliding behind his desk into his chair. As the guards followed Igor inside, Igor asked two to accompany him and the rest to wait outside. Igor began to speak, in his deep crackling voice." Do you have it?", Justin sat with complete confidence and stared at Igor in the eye,"First of all how many times do I need to tell you not to barge into here like this? This is my cover up,If you need to meet me, it's to be at the dock after 8pm,what part of it don't you understand?", Igor was not the type of person to take crap from anyone, but for some reason, he bowed in front of Justin's temper, "I'm sorry" he started," but I don't have much time, I need it and I need it fast", Justin ran a hand through his hair again,"My contact is in possession of it, I am to meet up with her in a while,meet me at the docks at 10 with my payment and I will have it ready for you" Justin replied,satisfied, Igor stood up and made his way out,he turned back to Justin,nodded his head and stormed out with his guards. Taking a sigh of relief, Justin took a moment to collect himself, happy with what he had accomplished he checked his watch to see there was half an hour left for his meeting with Kathy, he collected his coat and made his way up to the main floor, lighting another cigar and putting on his hat he saw one of the bartenders socializing with a woman while a customer waited with an empty glass. He put the cigar back inside and in movement of rage grabbed the bartender by his collar with both hands and threw him over the counter onto the wooden floor, he started punching the bartender like mad and no one dare interfere, they just watched as the poor bartender got the beat down of his life,when Justin finally caught his presence back, he saw the bartender lying semi conscious in a pool of his own blood and two teeth, he let go of him and said in a cold voice that chilled the room,"next time think of the customer first before you think your free to mingle", he then stood up and went behind the counter,after cleaning his hands with a cloth,he poured beer himself into the customers glass,"sorry bout that,this ones on the house" he said more warmly and cheerfully,with that he took off his ha,ran a hand through his hair,put the hat back on and made his way outside for his meeting.