Jeff nodded and listened as Ave spoke.  He didn't have a problem with any of it, until she mentioned bringing her own people in to watch the whores.  He didn't much care for the thought of anyone working in the club that didn't answer to him.  His expression was unchanged however, and he even grinned a little as he leaned forward and resting his clasped hands on the desk.<br/><br/>"I have to say, seeing you around the place now and then sounds like a wonderful idea."  Now it was his turn to pause for emphasis.<br/><br/>"...But I want to be sure that anyone who works in this establishment works for me.  I don't have any issue with your desire to protect your merchandise, after all, it's lovely."  Jeff's eyes wandered back to the quiet girl sitting next to Ave, smiling faintly and clearly trying her best to be good.  "I just don't intend to be marginalized in my own club, you understand."<br/><br/>He continued.  "There will definitely be a number of issues to deal with, and unfortunately some may need to be dealt with as they pop up.  Still, we can certainly increase security on the premises, even beyond just bodies with weapons.  We can invest in some extra equipment; cameras, automatic locks, that sort of thing... I'm totally committed to this deal, and money is not an object."<br/><br/>"If we can work out all the details and get this monster running, neither of us will ever have to worry about money again."  There was a truth in his words that made Jeff laugh softly as he reached out, picking up his drink again and nearly killing it.  He grimaced a little as he swallowed.<br/>"Watered down," he said in a groaning voice as he stood.  Stepping out from behind his desk, he walked over to a dark wooden cabinet, beautifully made, and opened it up.  There were several bottles inside.<br/>"Can I get you or your girl something, Ave?"