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Stanley Deitz looked at the concierge desk in amazement as he approached it. Every time he came to this restaurant, there was a new girl behind it, and each of them was a stunning knockout. This girl couldn't have been older than 20 and sported immaculate features with an otherwise common body. Her skin was rather dark and held an unblemished glow under the soft lights overhead. Her straight black hair draped the sides of her long face and curled just under her chin, which was accentuated by her long lashes. The thin black ribbon tie clenched tightly to her neck helped to highlight her demure frame. When she noticed him approach, her eyes opened widely to reveal delicate light brown pupils.
"Good evening and welcome to Chordairs. Do you have a reservation?" He became even more enamored with her upon hearing her speak. Her voice wasn't too high pitched nor did she speak too slowly. He briefly wondered if it was an act.
"Actually, I have an appointment."
"Oh, I see." She peered down to the desk to look at the open book. "With who?"
"With Linda."
"Ah, I see. Please wait here a moment." Without hesitation she walked off to the dining area. Within a minute, she returned ahead of the escort. Linda wore her green dress today, which Stanley liked well enough.
"Good to see you, Stanley."
"And you, Linda."
She turned and offered her right arm out, which Stanley took into his left as the two returned to the table. Carbondale glanced up at them both when the two were nearby, and nodded to his girl when they were ready to sit with them in the booth. They shook hands over the table before Stanley sat down first and wiggled his way to the center. Once seated, the men turned their backs to each other and faced the ladies. They waited for the game to begin. All they had to do was mouth words silently and nearby to the men in alteration as the other's partner spoke.
"So what's the matter? This couldn't wait?" Carbondale kept a grin on his face as he asked this brusquely and maintained eye contact with his companion.
"I got a problem. I think it's in our interest to get it settled immediately." Deitz remained unemotional in his tone.
"Fine. What is it?"
"There's some Dutch faggot going into the Jew apartments and taking pictures of their shit in the middle of the night. He's making like some sort of social justice asshole, or a reporter. You know anything about this?"
"No, it's news to me."
"I asked around and it sounds like this guy's been doing this for a while. Seems like he's hit all the shitholes down there in the last few weeks. I heard the name 'Bojack' from a few of the people he busted on."
"So what do you want me to do about him?"
"Like I said, I think he's doing this for a show and not for a personal collection. I bet he's using them pictures to show to people in halls and such, to shock them and get their hearts to bleed so that they cry for the shit to get more cleaned. If that's what he's doing, he needs to be stopped."
"How badly do you want him to be stopped?"
"Oh, leave the guy alone. Yeah, I don't think it's that bad. If I were him, I'd double down if I got touched. Just shut him up."
Carbondale paused to calculate a price.
"Three." He said this referring to thousands.
"Phew, three? Three. OK, fine. Three. Yeah. You got it."
"Good."
With the price settled, the men each reached for their menus which rested on the table, giving their dates the indication that the business was settled and that they were now allowed to speak.