Pride's Invitation [Imelda x Saisei]

Note: This thread takes place a week ahead of whenever it was started.

The plans were set in motion. The rebuilding of the Sicilian underground was going... well it was going. Imelda has been out of the country for some time so she's forgotten how the Italians hold grudges. Especially in Sicily, if she stole candy from someone when she was like 4, you best believe that they have yet to forget about it. Now, multiply the levels of wrongdoings by the amount of people in the Vanetti family and then you could realize why things were bumpy. There really was only so much that Imelda and Isabella can do about making amends and networking around the Duvalier group. They were going to need some outside help, and Imelda had an idea of who to ask.

Word on the street was that there was an old Vandenreich celebrity who was fresh out of a job, and apparently this kid had potential, the kind that Imelda wanted to nurture. Through the rumors she was able to piece that he was in Uruguay, and through a trade of promise for information, was able to reach out to him herself to set up a meeting. If everything went well, then she'd have another cub to add to her pride.

The meeting place was outside of Sicily, as Imelda planned to do some scouting and outreach while out for business. So settling for Venice, she gave him some random address for a random church and sat by herself in the back corner while waiting for him to arrive. Instinctively, she wanted to smoke but didn't want to deal with the Sisters hounding her ass about it and ultimately decided against it.

Impatiently checking her watch, Imelda waited for the person of interest to show up. "Where the fuck is he?"

Damn, was she that obvious?

Yes. Yes she was. Who else goes to church on a Saturday besides the Adventists? The thing that annoyed her the most was that he voiced that particular opinion, like he could just keep it to himself and let her be cool. Oh, and another thing, he was painstakingly obvious. If it wasn't for the face markings than the bright pink hair would be a dead give away.

In a smooth movement, Imelda would wave him down into the seat. After the glance she gave him, her eyes moved back to the statue of Jesus they kept in the front of the church. She wondered what it would be like to have a statue of herself like that somewhere? Perhaps in a family home, whenever she settles down and gets the money for it. Anyways, enough dilly dallying. It was time for business.

"How was your flight? I trust everything went well?" A pause to let the pleasantries pass. She was nothing if not respectful, and respect goes a long way in the industry. "That aside though, you're probably wondering who I am and why I called you here. Trust that answers will be given but I have questions for you. The first and most important: how well can you keep a secret?" There was little to no emotion on her face as she spoke, every word picked carefully and cherry picked. He might even assume she practiced this in a mirror but no, Imelda was off the dome at the moment.

This wouldn't be her first time trying to get someone to follow her, but it would be the first for an organization this big. Something like this had to be handled with care. Hence why she was here and not Isabella.

Does she tell him her name or does she just lie to him? Already hitting her with the tough questions, though she was also pleasantly surprised by how much he assumes she knew. Imelda didn't even know his age, but would probably bet that he was significantly older than she was. Or, on the flipside, the same age. She really didn't know anything about him besides his name and his former occupation. Though, back to the subject of her name, if she were to lie to him that would make a certain distrust between them down the line though once she opens up it would have more meaning. On the other hand, if she told him her name now and things didn't work out that could prove to bite her in the ass later down the line. Oh well, fuck it.

"Imelda. Imelda Vanetti." She broke character and looked at him as a sort of courtesy, going as far as to extend a hand, the jingle of her jewelry echoing throughout the church as she does it. "The thing is, Mr. Sato. Is that we have a need for a person of your particular skillset and your particular strengths to help out my family. See, we run a business of sorts that isn't exactly legal but, in the eyes of God, morally acceptable. Our biggest problem at the moment is jus a lack of capable people, which is why I reached out to you." Again, she turned her head forward, her eyes glued to the Sisters and their busywork. Man, the more she spoke the more out of her element she felt. God, she wished she could just go back to sitting at a table and moving things around again.

"The pay is exponential to the growth of the company. As we grow, the more your salary grows, and depending on the tasks you'd do, you would gain commission as well."

She's never really considered her name to be that interesting. In anything it was a pain in the ass for Koreans to pronounce and often most people would get it wrong. "Oh, you think so? If I remember correctly it just means woman of Italy or something like that. It's not anything incredibly interesting, just not that common of a name." She shrugged at the end of the statement, her neutrality on the matter pretty clear. That having happened, Imelda was frankly surprised by his willingness to join but was slightly concerned with the fact that he thought they were doing something good. It was acceptable yeah, but if you tried to nitpick whether or not it was good then you'd get lost in the minutiae.

"That depends on how much stuff you have to move. Hell, I'll come down there myself and help you out assuming you're not trying to move a mountains worth of junk. Though, I guess a note fore the future would be to start travelling light." She spoke jokingly but with a frank attitude. Imelda didn't want to lead Saisei down a road that was totally unknown. The least she could do was give him pointers on what to expect and what's to come. "But if it is a lot, then getting it arranged should be no problem. I think I got a cousin or two who could help you out."

Abruptly, Imelda stood up and turned to face him. "I, Imelda Vanetti, officially welcome you into the family. Name is currently pending. If anybody gives you shit, tell em you work for me. Any questions?" A part of her was proud that she was able to actually pull of her first recruitment, this being a foreign thing to her, while another part was excited to see what kind of moves this team she was putting together could do.

Ughhhhhh, he wanted a promise? Imelda was a woman of her word because something like that was just required for the life she's lived, but man did she hate making promises. Just in general, giving out her word like that on a whim was something that didn't sit right with her. However, she didn't particularly have a problem with Saisei so...

"Watch it with the promise shit...But yeah, you're right. I just got back from Korea and let me tell you, it's rough over there. Which is why I'm doing this now, hoping that one day I can go back home and make things better." She paused for a moment. "If you tell anyone else that, I'll hurt you." There was a hint of joking in her voice but the look on her face conveyed that she was serious.

"Anyways, I'll see you around. Keep your phone on and check your mail regularly." And with that, Imelda would leave Saisei to get his shit sorted out.