legitimate business now. I’ll make it legitimate even if I have to do it room by room.”
The two arrived at the conference room. Trisha sat before a small wooden desk. The Black Hounds motorcycle club wasn’t especially fancy but the woman seemed to appreciate its mix of both rustic and luxurious furnishings.
Lucia closed the door as Dante took a seat before Trisha. The woman still had some dirt caked between her fingers. The biker wondered if the woman had done some last minute work before being hauled off to their doorstep.
“Thank you for being here, Trisha,” Dante began. “We really appreciate you taking time away from your business to talk to us.”
The woman seemed somewhat distracted. He couldn’t blame her for being suspicious of their motives. However, she was transfixed to the bookcase he kept next to the dart board. It held all the business and political books Dante was studying. If he wanted to be a strong leader, then he had to learn from the greats.
The club itself was a new chapter after Dante and Lucia had left their hometown. His sister had argued that the old club house had too much baggage attached to it. They settled on relocating to the city in order to grow their then fledgling motorcycle manufacturing business. The move allowed them to foster better business relationships. The new club house now served as a temporary business headquarters while they constructed their new offices.
Trisha snapped her gaze back to the biker as if caught red-handed in a crime. “Yes… nice to meet you… again, Mr. Alastair- I mean Dante.”
Lucia smiled at her introduction before placing a pen and a piece of paper before her. “My name is Lucia. I am the CFO of the Black Hound Motorcycle Company.”
“Nice to meet you,” Trisha replied, offering a handshake. It was not accepted and she awkwardly brought her hand down. “You must be Dante’s sister.”
Dante didn’t like how Lucia was cold to Trisha but the woman knew how to protect themselves legally. Lucia pointed to the piece of paper. “Getting down to business, we had our legal team write down an agreement which will prevent you from discussing the details of this offer with anyone who we do not approve off. It’s not the offer itself but a way to protect both of us if you wish to continue. Due to the importance of this offer, we can’t proceed until you sign this. Please read it carefully before you sign.”
Dante watched as Trisha nervously picked up the thick, elaborate looking fountain pen. She seemed unused to fountain pens due to a lifetime of using plastic office pens. Or the weight of her actions was getting to her. The Black Hounds could go on if she refused. On the other hand, this signature could decide the fate of her business.
Trisha signed her name, printed her name, initialed her name, and wrote the date. Lucia took the paper and scanned through it. Finally, she gave a nod of approval. “Everything looks to be in order. We may proceed.”
Now, it was Dante’s time to speak. “Now that’s settled, we can go onto the business. However, would you like a drink first? We got a fully stocked liquor cabinet like any self-respecting motorcycle club. We have rum, gin, a couple of imported German beers, and a Johnny Walker Blue Label from before my dad’s time-”
“Water for now,” Lucia interjected, pouring a glass from a nearby pitcher. She wanted this meeting to be a sober business transaction. “We’ll be here for a while.”
Trisha took the glass of water. “Water is fine. So what is this offer about? I understand the need for cloak and dagger contracts in the corporate world but why are you interested in me?”
Dante took a deep breath before speaking. “I think the best way to do business is to be honest about your intentions. If this plan has to succeed, I have to be forthright about this