Chapter 74
Tasha Fields looked across the desk at Leon Pace.
“Do you really have dirt on Damon?”
“Keep to our agreement, and it will never see the light of day.”
“Which is?”
“To send Black Lives Matter in other directions. Keep the heat off of me and my business interests.”
“What business interests? We’re meeting in your house.”
“For now. As always, I have other irons in the fire.”
“Such as?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“You said Damon made a lot of money with you and that I could too.”
“So that’s why you’re here. The stipend from BLM doesn’t cover the apartment and private school bills?”
“No. I’m looking for extra income.”
“What skills do you have to offer me?”
Tasha was silent.
“That’s what I thought. You’re looking for a new sugar daddy.”
“I know lots of people who could help you.”
“The Black Lives Matter chanters don’t have anything I need.”
“How about real estate? A license is easy to get, and I could negotiate transactions for you.”
“As you say, a license is easy to get. Why go through you?”
“You need people who are part of the inner circle like Damon was. People who kept their mouths shut like he did.”
“I’ll think about it. Have a nice day.”
After she left, Leon smiled to himself. Was this bitch the same one who attacked him in the press a while back? She must be getting desperate to reach out to him. How the mighty had fallen. Fortunately, he had more business prospects than she did. Also, she didn’t seem to realize the damage her big mouth did. Some insults are never forgotten.
Still, she might be of some use in the future. You never know, so he decided to keep her dangling for a while before taking any action.
He turned to the latest news reports. Alan Groosjean’s arrest in Las Vegas was still at the top of the news cycle. The dumb son of a bitch, thought Leon. He was just like the marks that used to blurt out information under the influence at Star Candy. Information that could be used as leverage. Did they let anyone work for the city nowadays?
Leon wondered how the organization would react. They might cut him off at the knees and minimize the damage. After all, Groosjean was just one of many sources. Losing one of them from time to time was the cost of doing business, he thought. Another factor was the value of the information. Some source material was solid gold; other information was just mildly interesting.