Blaise Riddick Jr.
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Blaise sat there for a moment, just nodding his head to everything the woman had told him, thoughts lingering at the back of his head. How can I turn this into a real profit, he asked himself, the thought staying there for awhile...even as the girl talked. All he really did was nod his head to what she said, until he found her leaving, seemingly satisfied with the deal...but naturally, Blaise was not. He didn't know why he quartered his asking price like that. But, as he mentally criticized himself for this action...an idea popped into his head, coming from what seemed to be like nothing. But then again, Blaise was certainly known for his...ambition and brilliance.
He got up from his seat for a moment, contemplating what it was he was to do. He followed the woman out of his front door. "I do have some pressing matters I must attend to before I start Allison. I will get to your request in a few hours. It will be done," he lied perfectly, not even the slightest of twitches...the slightest of idiosyncrasies given that could possibly give her the idea that he was lying. After his last words with the woman, he got into his Rolls-Royce, a particular smile on his face. He drove off westward, not really driving to a specific place, but rather, just to drive and talk on the phone.
As he drove off, he picked up a burn phone that he had purchased just yesterday, making a specific, restricted call to a specific professor that worked at the prison, hoping that he could get through to him. He awaited the man to pick up the phone, a smirk on his face, making sure a voice modulator was on the phone. The point of the call was to be untraceable...and he virtually achieved that.
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