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❝ Tнey were ғreѕн oυт oғ “Sorry I Sнoт Yoυ” вαllooɴѕ. ❞
Raymond ‘Red’ Reddington, notorious international crime lord. FBI’s most wanted with a bullet.
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I believe wisdom is wasted on the old.
All you can do is part with it, but very few will take it, least of all the people closest to you.
They want no part of it.
that would be correct !
well , sort of ? it's technically more of a role , an office , a position ? that story in particular was my predecessor , my grandfather. but with his passing -- the role came to me.
His cleaners alerted, on their way to scrub away any trace of this.
No one can take a life and feel nothing but he feels less with every life he takes. A necessary evil, he tells himself, but was it necessary to kill a pawn?
Bang bang.
Two bullets discharged— an execution, quick but was it painless? Far from that.
Brimley had worked his interrogation magic and the man confessed, telling of everything but what Raymond needed most: answers about the duffle bag.
“Money is no object,” he assures, art is an investment and well worth the price. He follows behind her to where the painting is kept. “Provided it’s in good condition that is.”
“It very much is. Likewise, Mr. Reddington.”
Gesturing for him to follow, as she leads him through a marble-tiled hallway.
“It is a recent acquisition of mine, and I frankly had hesitations about selling it on. Alas, I am in a pleasant mood, so I am open to offers.”
the story of the north wind and the sun , of course , by aesop !
the gambit where the sun and the north wind proposed who might get a traveler to remove his cloak. the north wind blew and blew , yet the traveler tightened his cloak ; the sun simply shined , so he removed it.