Another Go

[Collineus Cardosi]

Ever so classy, Collineus Cardosi found himself in a hotel within the highest of Wizarding society in the dead middle of Italy. He was here on business, checking out his stocks and other things within the muggle world. His business was holding steady, and that was what he was wanting. He had his heirs now, and he found himself single and ready to mingle with someone attractive and hot once more. Women came and went in his life, having multiple divorces within his wake. It was a pitiful sight, but if anything, he framed the papers in his luxurious vacation home in Greece, so there was that. Collineus ordered some wine, and asked if anyone around here was worth talking to. The bartender did not seem to know, and Collineus rolled his eyes and shooed him away. That figures. Did no one here have any sense to at least allow the right people in? With that in mind, he had to remember to keep his Scitorari group in check. Last time he heard, they received no data on the last task he sent a few out for. He should have expected as much. They were more closely aligned with the Death Eaters, and most hated muggles. Maybe he should just send them out to torture some. That would liven things up a bit.

In the mirror behind the bar, Collineus could see some gray hairs trying to peek through. It was time to go color his hair once more, because aging was not something on his to-do list, which was extensive enough. He ordered a harder drink, before sipping it, while his serpent green eyes looked over the people. None were quiet what he was looking for. Was he wanting to take in another so soon after his recent paperwork? Of course, since he had some young boys that required someone to look after them while he ran his group, and the company that he owned. He needed to trim his heirs to take over when he was gone. He trusted that his twin would do the same.
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[Rachel Cardosi]

It had not been so long ago, that Rachel could not be found dead in establishments such as these. It was hard to avoid people when you were in such desperate need of company. When she was a child, she'd deeply disagreed with her Grandmother, who'd promptly kicked her out with nothing. She'd spent five years on her own, trying to make ends meet and married people beneath her when she was starving. She'd cut them out of her life pretty quickly after she had been invited back into the family. The thought of them honestly disgusted her and she would much prefer to forget they existed than to admit to herself what she'd been doing for 16 years. It had been hard to suddenly lose access to a family, the only thing she knew, with little means to support herself other than to do what she had to. Still, that life was over now and she'd happily slipped back into her old one. She'd considered taking over some of the running from Parker, but didn't feel the need to after seeing how he was doing. He seemed to be doing well on his own so she didn't think he needed any help in that regard. She was happy just to live in the manor and go with the flow, considering her parents were now dead.It was strange, she had thought she would feel something for them. But she'd hardly even seen them. They'd basically lived on their own birthing children who were all then raised by Grandmother Mckay or then by each other. Their manor house had burnt down, but no-one knew how the fire had started.

Rachel had never spent a lot of time in hotels, but she supposed there was a time for everything. Stepping inside, she was immediately hit with the sounds of other people and the aroma of expensive drink. It wasn't too long ago she wouldn't have been able to afford any of this. Returning to her family had afforded her certain privileges she'd been without since she was a kid. It was nice to feel important again. Her dress fell to her knees and she made sure it moved the way she wanted as she walked through the room. She picked a drink up from the bar and moved to sit at one of the corner lounges. She hadn't seen anyone of interested yet, hopefully tonight would not be a complete waste of time.
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[Collineus Cardosi]

Collineus continued to sip his drink, looking around the area with his serpent green eyes. That is, until they landed on a female not too far from him. Attractive. No, that was not the appropriate word. She was gorgeous. She moved to the corner lounges, which was still within the corner of his eye. He ordered a tall bottle of expensive champagne and as soon as it was handed over to him in a bucket of ice, Collineus carried it with one hand over to the corner lounge, before setting it down on a table nearby. He swirled his glass he had yet to finish as he made no shame in staring at the beauty. Collineus knew no bounds, and he motioned toward the bottle of champagne which still did not compare to what sorts of wine and alcohol his company could make. Of course, he was extremely biased. The Scitorari leader’s lips curled into a smirk. “Mind if you are joined by someone of the highest class?” Collineus’ confidence showed with his tone of voice. “Collineus Cardosi.” His Italian accent wrapped around his name and though he said it like he thought was normal, it could also be considered a little quick due to him being a fast talker. It was required for running a business after all. Collineus figured he would wait until she would approve before he sat down next to her. He might be confident in what he could do or say, but he decided that he would show some sort of restraint.
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[Rachel Cardosi]

Rachel crossed one leg over another and settled happily into the lounge. She sipped her drink as she surveyed the room. All things considered, her life could have been worse. Parker was a great patriarch, it was like he'd been born for the role. One flaw in her Grandmother had been her insistence on a female heir. Of course that was how the family had been for several generations, but it was not like she had a say in things anymore. She had wanted Isla to be in charge and well, look how that had worked out. It was any wonder Rachel hadn't walked into a family in tatters. She may not be the Matriarch, but she definitely knew a thing or two of running a family. As such, as an Adviser, Rachel could whisper in ears and get things done, though it was not such a job that she enjoyed often, most of the work went to her Uncle, not that she complained. She could enjoy the comfort that came with a title, without having to make sure she performed her duties to a certain standard in order to keep it. It made her life easier. Her thoughts had kept her from noticing that someone had noticed her. She looked up when she was approached and she took in the man before her. A smirk crept up onto her lips when he announced himself as someone of the highest class and she waved him to the space beside her before even hearing his name, which only proved to impress her further. "Collineus Cardosi you say?" She asked, leaning towards him slightly. "Not the Collineus Cardosi, surely, the Owner of Cardosi Inc?"
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