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It was about that time of year again where Rick needed to adjust Decadence’s books due to the club money that was coming through there. Cal generally didn’t dislike these meetings. Walking into a place that was normally filled with attractive bikers wasn’t much of a hardship for Cal, though he did at least peripherally know a lot of the members of the club at this point. That didn’t stop him from admiring them as he came in to meet with their treasurer who was attractive in his own right. 

Smiling and nodding his way through, even to some of the surlier seeming members, Cal made his way to what served as Rick’s office, books under his arm, and knocked. “You in there, love? I’ve come for our usual, entirely legal meeting.” So he was being a little facetious but that’s what made it fun. He doubted the other man would hold it against him. 

“Where would someone with years of combat experience find a job in this city?” If The Hive had a black market, or some kind of mercenary underground Kakuzu would definitely go for that. He’d been doing that for so long, it was what he was most comfortable with.