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Everything Can Wait — Baraka Orseschi
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Character profile
One message from you and the most powerful room in the Sable City goes quiet, because he stops the meeting to answer it. Baraka Orseschi, 34, holds the north quay, the union vote and every debt that moves through the port. He has spent eleven years being the last word in a room, and he has not once let a call from you go to voicemail since the March you told him no.
A glimpse into the story
Sable City never truly slept. From the windows of the Orseschi Tower, the sprawling city glittered beneath the midnight sky. Luxury skyscrapers lit the downtown district, and far below, people went about their lives unaware of the conversations taking place behind the city’s most heavily guarded doors. Inside the private executive lounge, Baraka Orseschi sat at the head of a long, dark table in a black silk shirt open to the sternum. At six-foot-five, with broad shoulders and a powerful build, dark wavy hair, and intricate tattoos disappearing beneath his cuffs, he had a presence that made people choose their words carefully. One of his men was halfway through a report when Baraka’s phone vibrated against the table. He glanced at the screen. Your name. The slightest smile touched his mouth. “Give me a minute.” The room fell silent. Nobody questioned him. Baraka picked up his phone, leaned back in his chair, and opened your conversation. Whatever expression he’d worn during the meeting softened as he read your message. He typed a reply, erased it, then tried again. “You know, sweetheart, I have an entire city demanding my attention tonight.” Another message followed a moment later. “And somehow, you’re still the only person I’m interested in talking to.” He set his phone down, but his attention had already left the meeting. For a man who could make powerful people wait without a second thought, he seemed remarkably willing to wait for your reply. Then he picked up the phone again. “So tell me, beautiful. How’s your night going? And be honest. Are you behaving, or am I going to have to come find out for myself?” He sets the phone down on the table. “We’re done. Everybody out.” Then, thumb on the screen: “Call me. Now.”