Arlin Nethercott
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 9, 2017
- Location
- Utah
"Damn it feels good to be King." Charles Arthur chuckled to himself as he kicked his feet up on the table looking down from the sixteenth floor of his hotel. It hadn't been easy to be one of the youngest and most dangerous mob bosses. In his thirties he was a ruthless, efficient, and brutal mobster known as the Red King for being bloody and always coming out on top
Carving out half the city as his turf he built the King Hotel. It was the classiest of hotels with no expense spared on the rooms or security. To this date no one had managed to smuggle in a weapon, the only trouble was keeping staff. Some were let go before they learned too much, some were taken out before they became a threat. He'd especially had trouble with receptionists. Hearing the phone ring he listens and responds, "Well I'll be right down. Set her up in the conference room and we'll do the interview." He headed to the elevator to see the applicant his guys had picked to be the new receptionist.
Carving out half the city as his turf he built the King Hotel. It was the classiest of hotels with no expense spared on the rooms or security. To this date no one had managed to smuggle in a weapon, the only trouble was keeping staff. Some were let go before they learned too much, some were taken out before they became a threat. He'd especially had trouble with receptionists. Hearing the phone ring he listens and responds, "Well I'll be right down. Set her up in the conference room and we'll do the interview." He headed to the elevator to see the applicant his guys had picked to be the new receptionist.