The first thing that went through Frank Gambits head was that this Olsen guy, must be at least a hundred years old. He picked up the bottle of Whiskey.
"May I?" offering to pour them both a drink, which he did with out waiting for Olsen to say no.
"Well...Listen, Ill be striaght up with ya....you been around, no need to try and blind you with razzel dazzel... Im trying to earn my bones and show some respect to some new associates of mine...and even with my age, I still got to go out and prove Im worthy." Gambit took a long tug off his glass of whiskey.
"So...to keep it short, I know you got to be busy running this place....and I aint trying to cut anyone out of anything already going on...but I wanted to see about bring in 20 girls on a weekly rotation. You will always have fresh faces around and not letting them stay on the station for to long solves a lot of problems in the long run for both of us if ya know what I mean....2mil a week is what it will cost ya for the girls and I can bring in Top Shelf nonTaxed Liquor for a few more credits....You would be helping me out in big way, and I always payback my Favors tenfold..and you never know, a guy like me is good to have in your list of people to call when strange shizzle is flying around."
