2014 03 15

Sat Mar 15 2074 The Dripping Clam, Back Office, CAS District. Luthor Sucreasi's eyes glaze over as he looks at the pile of laundered money on his desk. His families' income has tripled in the last 30 days, and had doubled in income for the prior two months. Moving Ray out of Miami was the best thing he could of thought of. Sure, the man's not exactly the easiest to work with, but results are results. The Don texts his capos, »Keep it coming. Keep me abreast of any problems with any other father figures.« The aging ork leans back in his office chair. Yea, he could get used to this.