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“My brothers are also a part of the operation, Mr. Jameson.” He chuckles a bit as if remembering something humorous. “I’m the brains, while they’re a bit trigger happy.”
“Good to know in case I ever need some hired assistance.”
“They’d take it as an honor, Mr.—”
“Cut that out, mate. I’m Callum to you, and he’s Casper.”
“Understood. Gracias.” He has a woman to his right, very serious and leaning toward him. I catch the glint of a ring on her hand. She’s the wife. “The file, mi amor?” Without answering, she slides it over and he hands it to me.
At this point, it’s all a formality to the people inside the room, but it doesn’t change my plans.
“Do you have copies?”
“I’m sorry, I—”
“It’s okay.” Archie anticipates and holds a hand out to me; I pass the file and he rushes over to the copier inside the room. While he’s there, I pour myself a cuppa and offer one to the others around the table. “Please, help yourselves.”
“We need one of those.” Collado takes the carafe and serves his wife and then himself, fixing each cup to their liking. Casper follows after, his like mine without sugar, and then sits back.
I can almost see the questions swirling in his head. He’s looking at the new office inside of the three-story warehouse with construction workers just outside these doors outfitting the space. There will be a showroom, a testing facility, and then this floor which overlooks everything and will be used as office space.
One for myself.
The other for sales staff.
“You’ve been busy,” my cousin says after a while, his smirk in place. “Holding out, too.”
“Just a different perspective, is all.”
“Here you go, sir.” Archie places the main copy in front of me and then goes around the table handing one out to each person sitting around the conference table.
“Thanks, mate.” Everyone but the Collados and I look at the contract. A few times, the three other Jameson heads snap up and look at me, their smiles growing wider the closer to the bottom they get. This isn’t a complicated agreement; Mauro is the supplier while I’ll distribute with a seventy/thirty split that suits us both. I’m going to showcase each piece and meet with different nations on a mass production end goal.
I take on the more dangerous side, so I take the heavier cut.
But more important than money, everything is done above board and legal.
No hiding. No small-time sales. No random searches.
I want it all.
I’m going to supply armies before they go to war. I’m going to play devil’s advocate.
I’ll design and he builds each piece; the new production location is being kept under wraps from the public and on a small private island off the coast of Spain.
“Are you shitting me?” That’s the first thing Casper says after putting his copy down. He’s sitting back, relaxed, but I see the interest. “That’s quite an ambitious goal.”
“Aye.” I mimic his relaxed posture, bringing the cup to my lips for a sip. “But doable and very profitable while everything else stays the same. The drugs and hot electronics will continue to run through the UK via containers and into the Port of Miami, the latter of which will still be heading to Central and South America—our agreement with Thiago stands. The clientele he brings to the table is very valuable.”
“And you’ve already contacted a British general?”
“I have. They’re interested in what I have to offer after sending an email with the schematics and video demonstration.”
“All in favor,” Casper calls out, not that it matters as this is a done deal, but it’s to prove a point.
All three Jamesons look at me with pride. “Aye.”
I nod and then look over at Archie. “Please bring in the suitcase.”
