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She knew for fact that her friend was serious but that did not quite take away from it being the most hilarious thing that she had heard in years. "Kaden, we're not going to bury twenty seven million dollars." Involuntarily, she looked up at the ceiling as if to see Vas walking around upstairs before facing her friend again. "I think I'll talk it over with Vas since he did donate it. Maybe he would have some ideas. Thank you and um, can you turn the open/closed sign please? It should be around time to open now."

Naomi smiled at her as she took up the briefcase again, heading up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Once she was on the landing, Naomi did not bother knock and opened the door, looking around for her only male employee so far. The music was still blaring.

((That's gotta hurt. I hope that it becomes a bit more balanced for you as time progresses. Would you like to start with it since Naomi is upstairs - again, please?))

"I am not that obviously cheerful," Naomi muttered as she followed the man, nodding. "My bank loves me but I guess you're right - somewhat." More relaxed than before, her eyes wandered again and noticed that he was fully clothed now. Her grip tightened on the handle of the briefcase as they entered his room.

((I wish I had a job to compl - oh, no I don't. What do you do?))

((Is it any consolation that I love BBQ? gonk ))

It still went over her head how Vas had managed to renovate her upstairs without her knowledge till now. Naomi watched as the room came alive and her attention was stolen immediately by the man's face that had flickered onto the screen. Great, another male to interact with, bah-humbug. The woman forced herself to smile at the face and straightened her spine.

"Good...uh, what time is it over there? Never mind, your client, Mr. Zaitsev has donated a grand amount to my business and I would like to put it all into a Savings account please." Naomi eyed Vas after saying this, showing her nervous disposition to the man. Strangely enough, she had grown accustomed to him in such a small amount of time and the display of less than confident emotion did not seem too out of place. "For the last time, are you sure about this, Mr. Zaitsev?"

((You wouldn't wanna work at this one. The managers can't thinks straight half the time. Oh an we are still on thursday in rp time. I'm officially used to long days. The other rp I'm started in january. We are still on the first day.))

"Naomi if you keep asking I'll tell Mister Solackich here to add another hundred million to your new account. Oh and press your left thumb here." He lifted the netbook to her hand. The man in question had been typing as she talked. Vassili having sent him a PDF of her information he knew from public records.

"I imagine you'll want Kaden on the account. Shall we call it a business account. We can add her later. And Sol make sure my account is able to transfer funds when ever a given password is sent. I'll let Naomi decide that. For now take twenty seven million pass it into the new account and I'll take this briefcase here to the local branch." A map appeared in the top left hand corner as Vassili spoke. I pin pointed the nearest place.

"Ah never mind. I'll ship it there won't I. Twin bank cards with Naomi and Kaden's name on them." He looked at Naomi.

"Anything else madam? Checks, checkbook, internet access, personal phone number to talk to you new accountant. Or should you leave the rest to me." He still held the netbook, took her free left hand and pressed her thumb into the small print reader.

Sol gave a thumbs up. Vassili nodded.

"Well thanks Sol. You know how to reach me... Wait how are my investments doing?" A readout slid up where the map had been. Vassili analyzed them.

"Naomi's company isn't public yet anyways. Transfer another thousand shares to her portfolio. That's a thousand shares of everything. When this places becomes big everyone will want to trade their shares for a piece of her company. Drive up the prices. We'll sell our quickly and make." Vassili did a few calculations in his head.

"Sol check my math is that ten point four billion or one hundred four billion even."

The number flashed.

"So Naomi you have enough insurance to buy say half of America or all of Chile, or all of the UK. I believe your fist party is tonight if you want to celebrate?" Vassili chuckled darkly as the whole set up began powering down and he took the briefcase with the money in her hand setting it in a corner.

"Come on dear we have much to discuss." He was waiting for the tongue lashing. He had gone from twenty seven million to a cool hundred thirty one billion in liquid assets in several minutes. If she had been paying attention.

"Yes ma'am." Vassili said this cheerfully as she left. It had slipped out in his mad rush to get her what she needed without her knowing. Oh well. The music began thumping the party hall. This time Vassili was at the bar, a set of turn tables at his finger tips. They were electronic and dual screens let him choose the tracks. Flyers papered the room. A number to text for song requests. He began mixing his own beats as the room thumped.

As Naomi rushed down into the actual eating area, the place was already thumping with live patrons. She smiled at the few people, spotted Kaden and followed her until she was able to tap the girl's shoulder nearby the kitchen.

"Hey, thanks for turning the sign and cleaning up a bit. How are things down here?" She glanced back at the people. "I wanted to tell you that the account has been created. We'll receive our bank cards soon enough. Vas is taking care of everything but we'll be there too. His accountant is our accountant." The older woman rattled this off, really too happy to speak but kept her voice low out of cautiousness. "Anyway, I thought you should know and we could always discuss it later after hours. Uh, what can I help you with? Want me to carry out the orders?" People made her nervous but this was what she had chosen to do with her life. Thank God for Kaden and now, Vas. Naomi watched as her friend started preparing another order.

((It can't be that bad. I want to do one too! I'll send you my other profile.))

Sal

Her sister was crazy. She had to be if she had chosen such a place to live. Smart and Sexy Square was too busy for such a simple name. People bustled and hustled along the pavements, sometimes spreading onto the roads but never long enough to be hit by a car. Sal turned at the last corner before she met her sister's latest business attempt. Upon nearing the cafe, Sal stopped and checked herself out in the transparent window, oblivious to the few patrons watching her. She tugged her already short skirt further down her on her hips, wiped at her buckle boots and twirled the ends of her lengthy pigtails.

After the little look checkup was finished, she continued to the door, opened it and walked purposefully across the floor. If she knew Naomi as well as she thought she did, the only place to find her was the kitchen. Her path turned to the right and she found her there, chatting with her already working employees. Sal eyed the man further into the room, who was preoccupied at the stove, before passing her gaze over the wolf-girl nearer to her sister. Kaden, she thought that the half-breed's name was. Shrugging to herself, Sal completed the few steps between her older sister and herself, tapping the former on the shoulder.

"Hey there, stranger," she called into the woman's ear. Her volume of voice had always been louder than that of Naomi's. It was just one of the many differences between them. She smiled at the image of her sister's reaction to seeing her younger relative so far away from home and in her cafe of all places.