<em>Chase in on the meeting</em><br/><br/>Chase listened, taking mental note of the good idea's and mental note of the stupid idea's. Not that it was overtly important. He already had a good idea of who was a clever clogs and who was a thick as the shit of two pigs. The overall majority appeared to agree that prostitution was the way to go. The only time he spoke up was when Ingrid made what was possibly a joke but more then likely quite serious about making young wannabe models audition on their knees. "Found memories you'd like others to get to experience?" His face carried the smug smile of someone who had enjoyed his little quip. It was all good natured banter.<br/><br/>When enough idea's had been thrown around he eventually spoke up again. It was essential to keep things moving. "Alright my laddies and lassy, it seems the fan favourite is prostitution. Gettin'in on this is no laughing matter now, do you hear me? If we're goin to do this, we do it right. We stay the hell away from those filthy crack hoores, not enough income and too much hassle. We get girls that know how to keep their mouths shut but for when they're told to make an 'O' an'can carry themselves about normally if the cops are sniffed about. So here's what we're goin'to do, we find someone already in the game, know's the ins and outs, some pimp or madame on our outskirts. Someone who had stock already but needs protection and investment which we can provide. That's our in." He stopped for a moment to let it sink in. "Now....is there anybody who disagrees?" His eyes ran around the table, making contact with each person and giving them a chance to speak up.