Chapter Seventeen

Friday, September 18th

JORDAN

Yesterday, Javier stopped by while we were all enjoying a light breakfast to let us know he set everything up. He managed to arrange a meeting for me, and Vinnie to meet Franco at this restaurant called Spartina on Melrose Ave. today at 1:30 p.m. It also gave us enough time for a quick revision of everything that should take place, we went over it in grave detail, countless times. I don't think I could be more prepared than I am now.

I awoke early this morning, before the sun had risen feeling a little more hope than I have since the night my dad called me. Today was the first day that I actually let myself relax. I spent most of the morning on my phone reading, I checked the schools website and looked up all the homework I had in each of my classes. I studied a little bit, I managed to turn in some worksheets for a few of my classes.

The only subject I didn't turn in was Sydney's course work. I finished everything she handed out, I read most of her syllabus on my own already. It wasn't that it was easy, some of it was college level stuff, but reading is something that I put in my routine a long time ago. Plus, I remember this past summer when Sydney made mention of most of them on her current list. The ones I wasn't familiar with, I read because she found them interesting. I am well aware just how whipped I am. My point is I finished most of the homework.

I completed another one, then looked at the time. 11:45, I had more than enough time to get ready. I took a quick shower and got dressed. Stepping out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror by the door. The meeting with Franco was about first impressions, and in order to do that, we had to impress him. Not only with our wit, charm, and our ability to deliver, but fashion as well is a must. Most people don't take into account this little-known fact, even when it comes to dealing in organized crime, you still have to look the part.

Which is why today, I went with a maroon men's tailored suit with a long black sleeved dress shirt. Along with my leather wingtips to finish off the look. I felt better that I had enough time to go to a barber yesterday and got my hair cut, I didn't ask for anything drastic. I had only went in for a trim, so he ended up taking off three inches. It was shorter, but it made it easier for me to manage my hair. Styling my new manageable hair, off to the right side, while feathering the sides. I felt and looked better. Especially now that I wouldn't be fighting with my errant strand of hair anymore.

When I finally emerged into the rest of the room, Vinnie looked up from her phone from where she sat at the small table provided, I did a little spin. Hoping to gain her approval, not that I really needed it, it just felt nice having it. With nod of her head, I went about gathering the rest of my things. I walked to my side of the room, putting on my iPhone wristwatch, then putting my wallet in my back pocket, and finally unplugging my phone, I sat on the bed.

Checking my phone for any messages, finding that I didn't have any. Yet. I knew my dad would probably calling or texting me any minute now to see if I was ready and how I was doing. At this point I wouldn't put it past him if he called me up there to go over the plans again. Which in my opinion would be a little excessive, but I wouldn't say no to it either. If this were Sydney, I would probably be the same way, if not worse.

Just as I predicted, my dad called me and asked if I could meet him upstairs to go over everything again. I told Vinnie and she was more than willing to accommodate him. Luckily, Vinceta was already ready for the day. It shouldn't have come as no surprise that she would get up early, considering that she's all work and very little play. Or as she likes to put, very business oriented. Today Vinceta was dressed in an all-white men's tailored suit, grey dress shirt and black dress shoes. Her platinum blond hair was styled in its usual pixie style way.

Vinceta is definitely one to impress even the hardest of men or women. I could only wonder if I could hold my own when standing next to her. Vinnie has more experience with dealing with these kinds of people than I do. Not saying that I don't have the balls or courage to do so. I just have a lot more riding on this than she does and for that reason alone, it's no time to second guess or doubt myself now.

1:15 p.m.

It took us a little over ten minutes to find a decent parking space, but Vinceta and I managed to make it to our destination with enough time to spare. We figured we'd get here early to get the lay of the land before our initial meeting.

As far as restaurants go, I would have to say that I was rather impressed with the general décor. The first thing I took notice of as we approached was the massive blue sign that read Spartina in large bold capitalized white letters above the double doors to the entryway of the restaurant. And the most noticeable thing of all, was the front patio. With its wide range of seating, multiple beautiful blue umbrellas, covering half of the tables.

Diverse types of green plants and small trees spread throughout the patio area, allowing just enough privacy for their patrons, giving it more of a nature setting. The wooden tabletops giving the atmosphere an earthy feel while the comfortable looking blue chairs added a touch of modernism to the restaurant itself.

We were greeted at the front of the patio entryway by the hostess. I politely gave her the name of the reservation under which we were listed. She led us to a secluded part of the patio in the corner. The table was surrounded by plants and trees, the table was hidden away even from the sun. The blue umbrella above gave more than enough shade, even with the heat of the early afternoon sun, this quaint area of the restaurant was perfect.

I wasn't at all surprised to see a man sitting at our table in the corner. The man who I assumed was Franco Berarducci, was staring at his phone. He appeared to be a brawny man, he had a bit of a gut on him, but not overweight. He had a full head of deep brown hair that was cut short and off to the side. I noticed a prominent scar just below his right eye, only a couple of centimeters in length, I could only guess that when it was open, it was a rather deep cut. The reason for his scar to be noticed was due to his chestnut-colored complexion.

As soon as he noticed our presence he got up from his seat. Upon first impressions, I could see why Renato would deem this man his right-hand. He was taller than what I initially expected, if I had to guess, he stood about 6'3". He filled out his charcoal-colored three-piece suit, his vest white and his dress shirt a dark grey. His dark brown eyes practically warning anyone the dangers he's faced or possibly put people in, the frown lines between his eyes letting others know just how cautious he is. While his oval shaped face presented him with a softness, even though this man seemed like he was anything but.

"Franco Berarducci." He greeted as he extended out his hand. His voice deep rough and semi-raspy.

Since I was the first to approach, I shook his hand first and introduced myself. I've been to my fair share of business meetings to know that a firm handshake shows the position of power you wield. "Alex Bird. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Berarducci. This is my business partner." I said as I gestured towards Vinceta. "Devon De Luca." What? we couldn't very well give this man our real names.

I moved out of the way so they could shake hands as well. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Berarducci." Vinceta said, displaying the same businesslike manner as me.

"The pleasure is all mine ladies. Please, have a seat." He invited as he gestured to the open chairs.

We politely took the seats provided. The waitress came by and took our drink orders as we glanced at the menu.

"So, how are you ladies enjoying the west coast?" Franco questioned, putting his arms on the table while interlacing his fingers, in an attempt to seem interested.

"It's a pleasant change of scenery, that's for sure. Although we haven't been able to site see as much as we would like, but that's to be expected." Vinceta remarked, in calm and friendly manner. Which didn't surprise me because I know she's most likely used to dealing with business deals like this.

"Of course. Well, if you get a chance you should check out the Natural History Museum. And if that's not your thing, Los Angeles has an array of festivals you can go to." Franco suggested. A little startling given the nature in how he portrays himself. Just goes to show you to never to judge a book by its cover.

"Wow, that's interesting. Thank you, we will be sure to check one out. Given if we have the time." I accepted his invitation in an attempt to take it under consideration. When on the inside, I was feeling like all I wanted to do was reach across the table and demand to know where my mother is. I didn't of course, I had to keep up pretenses.

"Yes. I insist." Franco said in cool manner. Just then the waitress came over with our drinks. I took a sip of my iced tea, enjoying the refreshing taste. I didn't realize how parched I was.

"So, let's get down to business, shall we?" Franco asked as soon as the waitress left.

"Of course." Was all that Vinceta said. We waited for Franco to take the lead. A tactic that would show us just how desperate they are. Depending on how long it took for him to initiate the conversation.

"An associate of mine, tells me that you two are able to help our organization with a troublesome problem we are having." Franco leaned back in his chair; I assume in an attempt to establish a position of power. I was well versed in such bodily behaviors, there's a lot you can tell about a person in the way act or react. All it takes is paying attention to detail. And the one behavior that all men try to attain, is power.

"You're associate is correct." I stated simply, taking another sip of my iced tea.

"I assume you are aware of what it is that we are in need of." His back remained on the back of the chair, this time he interlaced his fingers and placed them over his stomach. Another body behavior where he's trying to appoint his dominance over the conversation, however, it rarely ever works. At least, not when you underestimate the people you're doing business with. Which he is clearly doing right now.

"Yes, we have been made aware." Again, simply stating the obvious. Little did this man know, the power play that was to come next. And it wouldn't be coming from him. This type of game was something I had grown accustomed to.

Hell, it's what I've thrived on. Men in powerful positions expecting me to be the submissive type but finding out sooner or later that I'm anything but what they expected. Because deep down I know I'm the one in control, the less said the better, welcome the awkward silence. It gives the other person time to slip up and give away too much, at the same time it allows me to assess the situation in further detail.

"Excellent. I guess the next viable question would be payment and arrangements. What is the ideal cost?" Franco inquired, wasting no time in what his employer needed to know.

"Generally, we would charge a premium amount. And since the order is on such short notice the cost is going to be evidently a little higher than what we would normally charge." I replied without giving anything away. A tactic that I used often, to subtly show that I had more power and control.

He shifted in his seat, gathering his thoughts. It took him a moment to give his reply. "I have been granted permission to pay whatever cost is necessary, as long as it's fair and reasonable." He took a drink of the beverage in front of him.

I took out a piece of paper that I had in the inside of my jacket pocket. Subtly passing it across the table. "I hope you find that fair and reasonable enough." I stated as he took it then read the price.

His eyes widening at the paper. "Hmm. Well, that's a little higher than I was expecting, but I would say that's a fair price." He said as he lightly nodded his head in agreement.

"Just so you're aware, that not only includes the product itself, but the cost of shipment as well. And like my business partner said, it is rather short notice." Vinceta explained, her business savvy shining through.

"I suppose you're right." Franco sighed. Then his expression became one of concern. "But it seems we have another problem." Franco informed, he leaned forward in his chair this time. By this action alone, I knew whatever he said next was going to serious.

"Which would be?" Vinceta asked curiously, letting the question almost hang in the air.

Franco looked like he didn't want to bring it up, yet we knew it was out of obligation and loyalty. "Well, just before you arrived, my boss informed me that instead of the original amount asked. Instead, we're going to need five thousand." Vinnie and I subtly shared a look of worry, which we quickly turned it into a look of pure calculation.

Franco continued, "I know it's a lot to ask for on such a short notice, but he wouldn't broach or insist on it if he wasn't serious about paying whatever the amount needed." He added, his last statement showing me just how desperate they were to get their hands on it.

My only worry was my dad being able to find someone who had that type of weight. "Hmm. That is a tall order." I pretended to think it over. I wanted him to believe that we were serious about making this deal. "How about this? My partner and I will go back and reconfigure the amount necessary and call you back if the order can be filled. I hope your boss understands that the shipment might not arrive in the allotted time. It may have to be delayed for a day or two." The powerplay had been thrown. Even though I had no idea where we were going to come up this unexpected curveball, I had to appear like we held all the cards or this whole plan could go up in smoke.

"I will see that he is aware." He stated calmly. "I do want to make it clear though that our organization is under a strict timeframe for this shipment to arrive. It cannot be delayed any further than the extended two days. So, if you could see to it that it can arrive in four days, my boss will definitely make it worth your while." I could practically hear the desperation in his voice. Although, the type of man Franco is, he would never admit to it. So, he tried to disguise it with the flash of money, in an effort to regain his power.

"Understood. We will see what we can do." I remarked in a soothing and delicate timbre.

"Excellent. I'll be patiently awaiting your call." Franco smiled as he stood up, indicating that we were nearing the end of our meeting.

"Of course. We'll call as soon as we have all of the information needed." Vinceta added as she extended her hand once again. Franco took it and this time his demeanor had softened a little.

"It's been a pleasure ladies." He said while reaching out to shake my hand as well.

"Likewise, Mr. Berarducci." I gave him my most charming smile, the very one that I use at all of the business meetings I attend. That has yet to fail me in winning people over.

"Please, call me Franco." Just as I expected, it had won him over as well.

"Very well, Franco. Talk to you soon." I said flashing him another smile. And with that, Vinnie and I left the restaurant. As soon as we were in the car, I called my dad to let him that we were on our way back.

Once we arrived at the hotel, we immediately went up to suite, where my dad and Javier were waiting, enjoying each other's company. We told them everything that happened, going over everything relaying it word for word.

Suffice to say, neither my dad nor Javier were happy about having to come up with the extra weight. Both men along with Vinnie went straight to work on locating the supply needed. Two grueling hours later we had good news. I thanked our lucky stars that they came up with it as quickly as they did. We managed to come up with a fair enough price, since this was a rush order.

I called Franco and informed him of the news. I could tell he was elated that we were able to accommodate their organization. Now all that was left was to wait.

Friday, September 18th

SYDNEY

Another week has come and gone. By now my angry was reaching its boiling point with Jordan and on top of that, I kept getting calls from an unknown caller that would not leave me alone. I had had enough with Jordan ignoring me. I needed to blow off some steam, at this point I was all but ready to start going out there and dating again. If Jordan didn't want anything to do with me then I didn't want anything to do with her.

That night after school, I decided to call Kiera. I knew she would help me to forget about Jordan. I had called Kiera as soon as I got home. She said she had a couple of things she had to take care of and would be over in a few hours. I told her that was perfect, it would give me enough time to go to the store and make us a nice dinner.

I was almost done with making Chicken Fettuccine when the doorbell rang. I answered the door and Kiera was standing there with two bottles of wine. I decided that we would dine out alfresco, I put everything out on the table outside, we sat under the awning and started to eat. The dinner was filled with laughter as we reminisced about college. It felt good not thinking about Jordan for a change.

Just when I thought that there would be no mention of her, Kiera asked the question that was hanging in the air all night. "So, why am I really here Sydney? Does this have anything to do with Jordan?" Her voice taking on a more serious tone.

"What? I can't want to hang out with my best friend?" I asked but I knew she wasn't buying it.

"Yes, you can. And as much as I enjoy spending time with you, I can't help but to consider that since I haven't seen you since you told me about her, that me being her might have something to do with her. So, what is it?" She inquired as she took a sip of her wine.

"I could never get anything passed you." I took a drink of my wine and then set the empty glass down. "Well, you're right. If I'm going to be honest, I am seriously having doubts about her." I admitted, feeling saddened by the prospect of letting her go.

"Has she still not called you?" She asked as she leaned forward listening intently.

I contemplated my answer while I poured myself another glass, "Yes, and I've left so many voice mails that I can't even leave anymore messages. It's infuriating and on top of that, I keep getting asked out by the school guidance counselor, Jackson Wallace."

Kiera's face brightened by this revelation, "Oh really? Is this Jackson Wallace at least good looking?" She queried, her eyes still alight with excitement.

"I mean, yeah, I guess so. But he doesn't even compare to the way that Jordan makes me feel and I'm beginning to think that no one will." I admitted. A big part of me didn't want to picture myself giving up on Jordan. Yet, a small part of me couldn't take the torment of being ignored. I resolved to taking another drink of my wine.

"So, what's wrong with this Jackson guy?" Kiera wasn't going to give up until I've exhausted all of my options. I could feel that coming.

"Well, he makes me feel uncomfortable for one. And two, he doesn't make my body tingle the way that Jordan does every time she touches me. Or used to touch me." My voice almost broke on the last sentence. I felt my heart sinking deeper into an unknown vortex that I had no control over.

"Maybe you're reading too much into it. I mean, you haven't given the guy a chance to change your mind. Here's the way I see it; it couldn't hurt to give the guy a shot, what's one date going to hurt? If it doesn't work out than you can at least say you tried, no harm no foul." Kiera finally remarked after some thoughtful contemplation.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I said as I slowly spun my glass in a circle on the table.

"I am right. Like I said, if it doesn't work out than you can go back to pining over Jordan." Kiera stated, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Shut up, I am not pining over Jordan." I could help the smile that came as I replied to her light ribbing.

"Call it what you want. I'm just saying is all." She remarked as she took another drink, emptying her glass. The rest of the night went by in fantastic fashion. I had finally made it into bed around 2 am, by that time I was all too happy to let sleep take over.