Skywalker Industries HQ (or what had been an abandoned building just yesterday...) [afternoon]

[sith_happened]

LL Cool Anakin Anakin, in one of his impeccable suits, lounged casually behind his desk and checked his Excel spreadsheet of how much money he had (he was an excellent accountant, oh yes).

It was a lot of money, in case you were wondering. Far more than the Winchesters or the Stark-Basses. He allowed himself a fiendish chuckle before reaching under his desk to triple-check for the handgun he kept there.

After a couple of successful assassination attempts (which was why he kept that witch doctor on retainer), one could never be too careful.

His door was open and his buxom and silent secretary ready to wave in anyone who had business with Anakin.

Or threaten him. He was used to that too.

[OOC: Open for everyone. Because of course you'd know where the Skywalkers are!]

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[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I just thought we might have a chat," she said, lighting the cigarette and crossing her legs. "About ... some mutual interests I believe we might have. My family has always thought well of yours, you know."

[sith_happened]

"Oh have they?" Anakin replied with a small smirk. "That's nice to hear. Do you have a passion for diamonds or the publishing industry?"

Or weapons smuggling, perhaps?

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena laughed, waving her hand casually. "More the former than the latter," she said. "Though I suppose we're particularly interested in ... procurements? You could say we're skilled at making sure people can get what they want. Business, you know."

Lots of smuggling. And the black market. And anything else that turned a profit and ran to the unethical.

[sith_happened]

"I'm always looking for new ways to get into procurement," Anakin replied. "What would your cut be?"