nature has a certain order.

Name: Atta Dreyfus Species: Human  Sexuality: Bisexual   Pronouns: She/Her  Favorite Song: this is me trying by Taylor Swift  Big Three: Virgo sun, Capricorn moon, Aquarius rising  Location: Amity Park

Atta found solace in the kitchen of La Rose, where she waited for Hopper, Zeke, and Bucky to finish inside their private room. It had been assumed that she would sit this one out, with the men going into the room and shutting the door behind them before she could even come close to entering. Instead, she waited in the kitchen, which seemed to be fairly empty given the hour of the evening. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be coming inside, but there was a man coming in the doorway, and Atta stood up instinctively. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be in here,” she apologized quickly, remaining standing. “My boss is having a meeting in the other room, and I just needed somewhere to sit,” Atta admitted sheepishly. “I’m Atta, I hope I’m not a bother. If you need help cleaning up or anything, I’d be happy to help. I’ll do literally anything to keep me busy at this point--they’ve been in there for so long.”

If anything, this made sense. Meg didn’t believe in luck and if she did she certainly wouldn’t have the bigger snap of the wishbone. To many this might seem easier than being Harold’s dirty work girl but she’d almost prefer it than having to put herself through the emotions Blaise brought up again. Emotions were a heavier burden than she wanted them to be. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t get the job done, his life might actually depend on it and that wasn’t something she was willing to risk. “Don’t worry about it, not my first time manhandling,” she said simply, shrugging off her own worries. This was the task she’d been delegated and she knew it wasn’t going to be changing. Harold taught her that much. Her offer at keeping Meg’s doings quiet made her smile, oddly enough, appreciating at least that aspect of this assignment. This girl wasn’t so bad and she’d certainly dealt with worse. Anything had to be better than a man. “Same goes to you, I don’t give enough of a shit about any of this to rat you out. Truth is I’m only here because I’ve gotta protect that same stupid baguette,” she said with a heavy exhale. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got your back.” Interestingly enough, Meg meant it.

Meg had the brawn, and Atta held the brains of the operation, which made sense. She couldn’t say that she’d ever manhandled anything or anyone before, but Meg made it sound like she had more experience under her belt than Atta probably wanted to know about. “Well, that makes one of us,” she admitted with a small laugh, making note to never get on the bad side of the brunette. “So you’re doing all of this to protect your ex? I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone care about an ex-boyfriend that much--I kind of wanted to slash my ex’s tires, not protect him by getting involved wtih someone like Hopper.” Atta gave her a grin, and she knew that Meg meant it. “You, too. This can be a really unforgiving business, and it’s hard to navigate when you feel so alone, so ... I’m just happy to have some semblance of a friend.”

Zeke didn’t hate Atta. She was the most annoying presence in his life for sure, but he didn’t hate her. He could respect with how well she puts up with shit, but the sound of her voice and her general attitude drove him insane. She was not the type of company he would usually keep around. Sitting in a room alone with her gave him a weird feeling though. They had nothing in common and he had nothing to say to her. When she clears her throat he glances up from his phone and raises his brows. “Well, for starters we could order a drink. Give it about fifteen more minutes and order something. We can see where we’re at by then.” He shrugged and continued scrolling through his phone. “I really think we should start with a drink though.”

Zeke seemed a little too eager to order a drink, but Atta didn’t want to put up a fight. She could always use some extra courage in her system when it came to the two men, anyway. “A drink sounds like a good idea,” she agreed with a small nod of her head before raising from her seat to poke her head out the door. Atta knew both of their orders by now, just one of the requirements of working with Zeke and Hopper. She returned with three glasses in hand, made quicker than she was used to. “You know, I like this place,” Atta remarked, sliding a beer to him. “I didn’t understand the need for a restaurant investment back when the deal was made, but it seems like the perfect place, actually.”

Ella felt something good about Atta since the moment they met. She’d believed Kit was in good hands, someone that would perfectly fit into his life. It was clear that she was a woman able to take care of herself but still, she worried. Even though they were practically strangers, Ella cared, not wanting her to be caught up in whatever this was. She followed behind at her heels and only looked over her shoulder to make sure Flynn was nowhere to be found yet. Once inside the bathroom it felt like she was able to catch her breath again and answers to help smooth her concerns over. While the woman spoke she nodded her head to show that she was listening and understanding what Atta was telling her. It all seemed like quite the ordeal, her heart hurting by the unfortunate circumstances of it all. “Oh Atta, I’m so sorry,” she said with a small frown. “I know this can’t possibly be something you want to be dealing with but thank you, truly.” Ella looked at her with a softness and thankfulness in her eyes she hoped the other understood. At least Flynn had someone looking out for him. “My friend, Rapunzel… Her mother is looking for her, she needs to be kept safe. He can’t find out about her,” she said quickly with her eyes going back to concern for a moment. Flynn would want her safe too, she knew it. 

Ella tried to get back on her feet once realizing what she’d said, her eyes looking down at the floor as if they would reveal too much. “Of course,” she said trying to regain her calmness. “I’d like to but,” I live with Flynn and Rapunzel, you don’t think he’d ever come to our home… Do you?” It was something she worried about most, wanting to protect the people she considered her family. 

Atta recognized the name the moment it came from the other blonde’s lips--the other girl who had been important to Kit. Though she didn’t know in what capacity, she knew that he had cared about her some time before being set up with Marie. It didn’t matter now, though, how the two knew each other, or either of their relation to Kit; Atta didn’t want anything to happen to anyone, especially not innocent people. “It’s a really long story, way too complicated to explain here, but I can some other time when we’re not locked in a bathroom,” she assured her with a sheepish laugh. It seemed that Ella at least understood that she wanted nothing to do with Hopper, and while it didn’t really matter what she thought of Atta, she still felt the need for her to think kindly of her.

“You live with him, and the other girl? Rapunzel?” It definitely wasn’t the most ideal living situation for the matter at hand, but at least there was only one household that she had to keep Hopper away from. “I’m sure he’s going to find out your address sooner or later, if Flynn lives there, but I don’t thin he’ll show up without reason. He’s a pretty efficient man, he doesn’t like wasting his time. Just make sure Flynn doesn’t ... excuse my language, fuck up again, so that he doesn’t have a reason to come,” Atta explained. “I don’t know how Kit knows Rapunzel, but I know he does, and I’d never let anything happen to anyone he cares about.”

These sorts of things didn’t typically happen but she’d heard her fair share of stories about Flynn getting into trouble. This wasn’t exactly what she had pictured and in fact this was much worse. Seeing him like that made her stomach churn, feeling helpless in the whole situation. Not to mention the fact that now she stood between two of her friends in a test of her loyalty. She wanted to tell Rapunzel everything that had occurred, now fearing for her safety but it felt out of place when there were deeper feelings involved. Her friend was already dealing with a choice that she couldn’t imagine was easy and this certainly could complicate it further. Whatever this was it couldn’t possibly be good. As she was looking back to where Flynn disappeared off to a voice drew her attention behind her back. The blonde turned around to face whomever it came from, a concerned look still written on her face. “No, no I’m quite alright. It’s my friend I’m worried about.” That’s when she realized it was Atta she was talking to and her involvement in this made her all the most confused. “Atta?” Ella said softly as she tried to process what was going on and what exactly she meant by it all. “You know these people? Are you in any danger?” She paused before it hit her. “What about Kit? Is Kit safe?” Her heart started to run at the thought of it possibly being him that could be in that position next. It never crossed her mind that she hadn’t ever formally introduced herself as the maid that once worked at the Charming residence. 

The look on the blonde’s face could shatter Atta’s entire heart. She knew that it was shocking to see her on the side of Hopper, and she could only imagine what Ella must have thought of her to see her in the bar at this hour. “It’s ... a long story,” she said quickly, taking her by the hand and pulling her toward the back of the bar and into the women’s restroom. It was the safest place they could be for now, only hoping that no cameras were watching them. Atta opened the door quickly but quietly, locking it behind her. “Yes, I know these people, you know the man who gave the order? He’s--well, he kind of took over my company. My family’s company, rather. I don’t ... you need to know that this isn’t my choice, and whatever I can do to help your friend, I’ll do it.”

The mention of Kit brought Atta to a quick defense. She knew now that the blonde had been his maid, and it was obvious that she cared about him, but it seemed as though she questioned his safety a little too much for a former employee. “Kit’s fine, yes. He doesn’t, um, know about all of this, but he does know that Hopper’s a dangerous man, and that he needs to stay away from him. In fact, you need to stay away from him, too. The bartender is your friend?” Atta began to pace across the bathroom in thought. “How close of a friend is he?”

It was strange to think that they would get along but when it worked, it worked. Atta was one of the people that it was actually easy to be around and that wasn’t something Marie said about everyone. Not that she was easily annoyed but she sure did get bored. That was a problem in her dating life as well which came to explain a lot about her current escapades. “Ah, now that I understand entirely,” she said while leaning back a little into her chair. Marie had seen what her life would look like since childhood watching her mother, only recently turning that on its head. “It’s always a man, isn’t it? Well, doesn’t make it sound any less stressful to say the least.” For once she was actually taking time for herself, perhaps that being one of the good things that came of her fake engagement. “How’s everything besides that? Things going well with Kit? Dot doing good?” She asked while lifting up her mug to her lips. 

Atta gave Marie a knowing nod, though she could have dove deeper into just how bad Hopper truly was. He was worse than the typical man in a position of power, but telling anyone about him would raise more red flags than she would like to. “He’s thankfully hired another woman for me to work with, so it’s not so much male dominance, she countered with a shrug. Meg had been one of her saving graces recently at work. “Kit’s been good, we’re ... really good friends for now, I think.” Atta wondered if Marie had the same experience with him, one that was more build on respect than romance. “Dot is good, too! They’re, you know, figuring their stuff out, per usual for someone in their mid-twenties. What about your brothers?”

The younger one who stood on Hopper’s side was a recent, but seemingly permanent, development. Atta couldn’t quite get a read on him yet, but she could tell that he was malleable, which was just what her boss wanted in someone who he recruited. Hopper liked to mold people into just the businessperson he waned them to be, and maybe the reason why he couldn’t stand Atta was because she had tried her best to stand her ground. Bucky was the kind of boy who already thought himself ahead of her because of Hopper’s affection, and while it bothered her a bit that their boss liked a kid (at least, he seemed like one) better than her, she had to at least try and assert her dominance as the name of this company. “Hey,” she greeted, tapping her knuckles lightly on the edge of his desk, “I was going to head over to the Beaufort place for the meeting, you’re coming, right? I could give you a ride.” Though Atta knew he was going to be in the room over her, she still had to be in attendance. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Though Hopper had easily become the most terrifying person in Atta’s life, his right-hand man was an undeniable second. There was an unpredictability and unmanaged chaos to him that only Hopper himself could subdue. Unfortunately for her, the only man who could keep Zeke under control wasn’t present, and wouldn’t be for a while, as Hopper was running late coming from a meeting, which meant the other two were simply early. Though she was uncomfortable sitting in the back room of the Beaufort restaurant while they waited for him, there was no telling when their boss would show up; they couldn’t leave. Atta cleared her throat as she set her phone down on the table, looking up at the other man with a courteous, small smile. “Do you, um ... think we should order something, or are we waiting for when he comes?” she asked, knowing it was obvious who she was referring to. “I don’t want it to get cold, but I don’t want to keep him waiting when he gets here.”

who: @attadreyfus​ where: lucky cat cafe

After their initial meeting Marie had actually liked her, thinking she was actually a better fit for Kit than her anyway. Though it had caught her by surprise that he didn’t end up doing what she’d assumed he would which was take off somewhere with Ella. She didn’t think she could be surprised by him and yet here she was. Either way she enjoyed the woman’s company, needing to get away from running lines in her apartment anyway. After awhile they all started to look the same and nothing was sticking. This made for the perfect excuse to sneak away. “Wait…” She stopped drinking her tea and set it back onto its saucer. “You’re having to do what?” Marie hadn’t understood just how difficult her job must be, gaining more respect for her by the moment. “Here I thought running lines was a pain.”

Atta actually did enjoy the company of Kit’s ex-fiancée, who she had been worried about meeting the first time around. Not only was she famous, but she was the first girl who he was supposed to marry. As luck would have it, the two became fast friends, and she supposed either Kit or his father had a knack for choosing good women for him to marry. “Oh, it’s not that big of a deal, I kind of grew up knowing this was how it was going to be.” Except, the man who made her life the most difficult wasn’t supposed to be involved with her job; he was the reason everything was so complicated in the first place. “My boss is just a little intense. He likes things done a certain way, and he gets pretty upset if it’s not exact.” That was one way to put it, at least. She didn’t want Marie to be worried about her or anything. 

Hopper got out of his car and stood in the middle of an abandoned warehouse while he waited for the other cars following him to surround them. He looked at his watch, mindful that each minute was accounted for. Hopper lifted a finger to one of his men holding a bag of cocaine that was up for trade. “Atta, you hold that.” He ordered, taking a cigarette from his pocket once more. She liked to ask questions, and Hopper didn’t appreciate a single line of questioning from her side. Sometimes, Hopper thinks that Atta speaks more frequently than she thinks. It didn’t help his case because he was a man who liked to count the words coming out of his mouth, making sure that each breath meant something. “They got five minutes left.” There was an unamused look on Hopper’s face as he waited for the socialite family to arrive. He knew Atta would know them, as they would know her. There wasn’t any need for introductions, but rather sweet longings from wealthy families all involved in his sport.

A minute passed, and an expensive limousine came right around the corner, with a woman coming out in her haute couture dress. Hopper shook her hand, while he gestured for Atta to move forward. “This is Kit Charming’s fiancée. Tell her about the horses, and perhaps we could do something about it.” Hopper motioned for her to hand over the bag of cocaine, which the woman gladly accepted. Kit Charming knew his horses and was always present during the race. Ever since Hopper had fixed the races, he had the young boy following his ass, assuming that there was some shady business going around. The other socialite family, with whom Hopper works with had confirmed that Kit was looking into him, and Hopper didn’t like it one bit. “We’re working on Atta talking to him. I don’t know how much that boy can find, but it’s better to anticipate it. Until Atta and Kit are married, I have to subdue that boy.” He blew the smoke, nodding to the other socialite who was on Hopper’s payroll. As she left, Hopper turned to Atta and said, “Get your fiancé out of my business. Do whatever it takes." 

Before she knew it a bag of white powder was being shoved into her hands, and Atta held it cautiously, as though it would explode if anything were to happen to it. It felt heavier than its mass in her hands, the weight of the bag keeping her feet stuck to the pavement and her lips sealed shut. The seconds felt like hours as they waited for someone to show up, and all Atta could do was hope that they would arrive soon, both to get the bag out of her hands and Atta out of the parking lot. Had she not been threatened to be thrown out of the car earlier, nearly forced to shut her mouth, Atta would’ve attempted small talk with her boss. Hopper preferred to remain silent than to engage with anyone, not just her, which at least made her feel a bit better about his disdain for her. She wasn’t treated much differently than anyone else who they worked with, he simply had higher expectations for her.

Atta recognized the woman who stepped out of the car, someone who she had dealt with before. She was learning that far more people engaged in Hopper’s dealings than she realized. She couldn’t get the bag out of her hands fast enough, giving it over to the woman without a word, a second thought, or even a glance in her eyes. Atta wiped her hands on her pant legs, as though they were dirty from even holding it. Kit’s name started to come up, and her heart sank to her stomach as her suspicions were confirmed: the only reason why he had agreed to letting her get engaged was to take advantage of him. Atta tried to pay attention to what they were saying, but her mind was racing, thinking of how to defend him. Before she knew it, the woman was gone, and Hopper was turned back to her, stern. “I’m sorry, do you mind, um, explaining what’s going on? What exactly I’m supposed to keep him away from?” she asked before slipping back into the car. “I didn’t quite ... understand completely what was going on back there.”

This was an interesting predicament that Meg had found herself stranded in but at least this one was decent to be around. The rest of the time she had to talk to Hopper’s guys it felt like talking to a couple of idiot douchebags who can’t believe a woman can do a man’s job. She wasn’t part of the nasty ones, the ones Meg just so happened always be stuck talking to whenever she was around. They found their way to her or so it seemed but she more of a job. Probably still a better option than her ex for that matter. Not that Meg didn’t enjoy being around him, the problem was that she did, and getting closer to his life again felt wrong. There just wasn’t any other choice if she wanted to make sure Blaise got out safely. She knew it was still stupid though. “Because if you did most of them probably wouldn’t lead anywhere you’d want to know anyway,” she said with a small shrug, knowing how deep it probably went having almost any view into it herself. At her question Meg tightened her lips before letting out a heavy exhale. “Yeah, my ex works there, actually he’s who I get to hang out with next. Can’t wait.” It dripped with a sarcasm, figuring she could fill in the dots since she seemed quite capable. Her arms folded over her chest as she tried to keep herself from smirking. It was more amusing than anything, knowing this wasn’t anything too out of the norm. “Something like that, yeah. Either way I’d rather be stuck doing it with you than my ex.”

It all made sense now: of course Hopper would send Meg to the restaurant where her ex worked. He liked to twist the knife wherever he could, adding in a sprinkle of personal pain if the opportunity allowed. Atta could only hope that things had ended amicably, that it wouldn’t be too strange for them to see each other. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” she quickly apologized, though she was sure Meg knew that she had nothing to do with it. Even the new people on Hopper’s payroll quickly caught on to who was boss. Meg’s unamused tone told Atta all that she needed to know about the relationship between her and this ex of hers--she wasn’t excited to see him, and she was sure whoever he was could say the same. “You can stay outside, if you want, no one needs to know. I’m not going to tell on you, or anything,” Atta offered; she wasn’t sure what else she could do to help. “I would offer to just ditch this whole meeting in general, but the last time I messed up in front of him ...” she trailed off, shaking her head in warning. “You don’t want to know what it’s like to be on his bad side, is all I have to say.”

Atta had no idea what she and Hopper were doing at a small bar in Echo Creek, but she simply followed his orders nowadays. She’d learned quickly that she was becoming a figurehead for her family’s name, making deals to sign under the Dreyfus company whenever her boss needed it. With how big their shares were in the company (exactly half), she had to, or else Hopper would be out of business. Atta hated the thought of exploiting people for the good of her business partner (though it was clear they were not, in fact, partners, even with their shares) but it was the only way she could keep her own company alive, too. Every part of her wanted to drop out and call it quits, but they. had kept the Dreyfus name for so long that her family refused.

This was one of the worst encounters she’d seen, with a boy behind the bar almost getting his entire wrist chopped off because he’d attempted to fuck with the wrong man. Atta hadn’t even seen the other girl in the bar this late at night until her eyes had met the only other female’s, both bewildered. She recognized the blonde as the girl from the coffee shop, who Atta had attempted to give a job to. Ella had stepped up to defend her friend, but Hopper had pulled him aside shortly after, and Atta felt some level of responsibility to say something. “I’m so sorry, you didn’t get hurt, did you? He’s--I mean, I don’t ... I hope you don’t think I condone what just happened. That’s not me, not at all, but business is strange, and I’m stuck, just like your friend. I don’t know what I can do for him, but Il’l try my best, I promise. I didn’t mean to drag you into this, too.”

“If you want to stay alive, learn how to shut up.” Hopper had specific rules when it came to business. First, always deal in controlled spaces, and men like Hopper thrived in the underground. No matter how hard he worked or how clever he was as a Mafia boss with extensive control over Animania, he was never going to be part of the council of elite. His kind, one who came from the scraps, will always have a tainted blood, despite how much money or power he gets. The illusion of kindness from the wealthy, the likes of Atta, who never muddied her precious hands while brandishing a clear conscience, was despicable to him. Of course, it was easy to be good if you always had food on your plate. The real battle for morality lies in poverty. Hopper knew how hard the streets can be, and Atta needed to know the kind of wicked society she was dealing with. Hopper was not the cause; he was only a product of it. He swerved to an urban street with a rowdy crowd, where most of his goods were distributed. “Open your eyes.” He ordered her as he kept driving.

The place was a hellhole. The roads were muddied, and the lack of government support was apparent with cracked cement and busted road lights. The people are begging left and right, both for money and for pleasure. Ironically, the chaos of the place was the perfect cover for his toy soldiers to distribute some snow. “If I throw you out of this car, do you think these people will help you?” He turned to her with a stern look on his face. “No, they will strip you naked and steal all they can from you, so that not even your dignity will survive.” If Atta really wanted to learn, then it was time for her to see that evil has no face. Hopper kept driving, showing the sorry state of the town, where kids beg on the streets and men walk with bottles in their hands. These were the repercussions of his dealings; the addicts were waiting for their death sentence while their flesh continued to betray them. “You think you’re an angel who is simply following orders? What will you say to their hungry faces? That you simply listened to Hopper while children remained orphans? Oh, Atta, don’t be so naive.” She needed to know that in every shipment she sends, she is turning a blind eye to the consequences of his business. There was no room for neutrality, for neutrality always sides with the oppressor. “Now get out. It’s time.”

“Oh--okay,” she muttered, pursing her lips as she looked down at the bottom of the car. Atta had never been truly terrified that her boss would actually kill her, but she could never be entirely sure. Hopper seemed to have a hidden agenda that she could never understand, though she was starting to see that this little field trip might have had the objective of doing just that. He hadn’t responded to anything she’d said about annoying him, and she could only hope that he had taken her apology and accepted it, but then she saw what was on the road before them. It was one of the slums of Amity Park, with the streets not as clean and the people not as rich as she was used to. Atta had no idea what they were doing there, but all she could do was stare out the window in shock and guilt.

Atta’s head snapped toward her boss as he threatened to throw her out of the car, and it was the first time she feared for her life around him. “Please don’t do that.” All she could really do with him was plead that he would ruin her, her business, or both. “I know I’m no angel, that all business comes with a price, but I don’t know how else you’d like me to behave.” Whether it was best for public perception or not, she didn’t even care at this point. Following his orders as given, she got out of the car reluctantly, standing behind Hopper with her hands clasped behind her back. “Um, I’m sorry, Hopper, sir, but what exactly are we here for?”

“Right, right! Atta, of course,” he rambled. “I’m Adam Beaufort, the owner of this place. I’m eager to meet your boss.” He offered her a smile. “No need to apologize. Punctuality is important.” Adam reached to shake her hand. “I’ll admit I’m more of a red guy, myself, but I think I have something you’d like.” He turns around, briefly scanning the bottles or white that were chilled in the cooler below the back. “Aha! Here we go.” He pulls out a bottle of their best white and one of the clean glasses he’d just put away. After pouring her a slightly generous glass he places it in front of her. “We can chat here while we wait or go into my office where we wouldn’t have any ears listening to us. I understand you were going to review the terms with me before your boss arrived.”

“Lovely to meet you, Adam.” Atta was glad he understood the importance of punctuality, and that she hadn’t caught him too far off guard. “Oh, I can only handle a red with some chocolate, or pasta, actually,” she remarked, taking the glass of white and a small sip before setting the glass down on the bar. “Right, yes. I’m the opening act, if you will. I guess we can chat here for some time before talking business, since I personally like to get to know clients before making a deal, but whatever you think!” It wasn’t what Hopper was used to doing, but this was Atta’s turn to run the pre-show before he arrived. “I’ll warn you that Hopper’s a lot more cut-to-the chase, but this is still my family’s business, and this is how my family’s always run things.”

@attadreyfus

Hans’ job kept him very busy throughout the day between meetings and such, but he’d been ignoring one matter that popped up on his desk one day. A note from a Mr. Colin Hopper and Hans had been pushing it aside all week. Finally he called the number left for him and set up a meeting with a woman, whose name he recognized immediately. It was a curious thing to be contacted by someone else and be meeting with Atta Dreyfus herself. Hans had his assistant let Atta into his office promptly at the time she had given him on the phone. He was clicking his pen, his eyes scanning words on his computer screen when he heard the knock on the door. He minimized his screen and clicked his pen again before setting it down. After rising to his feet he offered the woman a smile. “I take it you’re Atta,” he said, extending his hand out from across his desk to shake. “Hans Westergaard, but I take it you already knew that.” 

Atta had been trying harder than ever to get in Hopper’s good graces, and that apparently involved meeting up with someone in politics to introduce herself and the Dreyfus business. All she knew about Hans was that he was engaged to someone else whose family was in politics, but other than that, she was fairly clueless until Hopper had instructed her to learn everything she could about him. Upon showing up to his office, Atta knew just about everything there was to know about the Westergaards, even the parts that were entirely unnecessary.  “Atta Dreyfus, yes,” she said upon greeting him, giving him a hand to shake. “I wouldn’t have scheduled a meeting with you if I didn’t.” Atta sat in the chair across from his desk, folding her hands on her lap. “I work with Colin Hopper, he’s my business partner, just to clear up any confusion from any of his contacts calling you.”