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Chapter 1 The tigress

Chapter 1

The tigress

Fabiola

I get out of the car surrounded by six men: my close guard, They are tall, beautiful, and as fatal as death. I love walking like this, among themselves, so that people wonder who I am:

The daughter of a president? Businesswoman ? The president of a country? the heiress to a large fortune?

Who am I ?

I'm sure you're asking yourself this question too. But don't worry, I'll enlighten you.

My name is Fabiola dos Santos

I am the godfather of the Brazilian mafia. I got this place back when my parents died.

Yes, my parents died in a plane crash, caused by one of our enemies. I don't know yet which mafia family did it, but I will do everything I can to find out who killed my parents.

I arrived in Australia to conclude a very juicy contract.

I privatized two floors of a five-star hotel for my safety.

My guards take the time to inspect the hotel from top to bottom. To ensure that none of our enemies

have hidden a bomb, or even make sure that no one is hidden in one of the rooms.

After the inspection, we go up to my suite. The suite has three rooms, one of which I will occupy, the other two will be occupied by two guards, the other four will act as watchmen and they will replace each other whenever necessary.

My date at a strip club. The appointment is for eight p.m. I'm lounging in my bath, thinking about this contract.

I call my first colleague

- Jorgi, you can send scouts to the meeting site.

- Good Boss.

I grew up with Jorgi, he is a year older than me, his father was mine's right-hand man, but his father died protecting mine when we were fifteen. My father raised us together as brothers and sisters. We followed the same training, there was no favor for women.

I was treated like a man, because I had to take over. I was raised as a real man, no room for feelings, no room for regrets, it's kill or be killed.

I get out of the bathtub and dress like a femme fatale, because where the best men have failed, I "the femme fatale" succeed. I have the power in my hands, with a single look the most hardened of men throws himself at my feet,

With a smile, the most faithful of men becomes an infidel. With a look in my cleavage the fiercest of men purrs like a puppy.

I am the tigress who when she roars

makes the bravest of men tremble. My beauty is such that I am in love with myself.

I make and break presidents, as they say, information is power.

And I love having power.

Chapter 2

Fabiola

I make and break presidents, as they say, information is power.

And I love having power.

I love the feeling I inspire in them: they are all at my feet satisfying my slightest desire before I even ask for it.

I finish getting dressed, and ask that the route we are going to take be

checked. Ten minutes later, we hit the road, security is at maximum.

The club full, we move to the back, following a well-defined plan. to meet us in the basement.

I'm waiting for the almighty Don of Australia, and since it's our first meeting, he doesn't want to take any risks. The same goes for me.

He receives me on his territory for the wholesale purchase of opal stone from Australia which is a sedimentary stone, and for this reason is a stable precious opal, compared to volcanic opals. Australian noble opal is also harder than opals from other countries. Australian opal stone is rare, rarer than diamond, it is found in Coober Pedy which is a troglodyte mining town in the heart of the Outback, located 840 km north of Adelaide and 800 km from Ayers Rock , which produces 80% of the world's opals.

It is not as prone to cracking as volcanic opals from Mexico or Ethiopia (Wello opal) for example.

•For this reason, it does not need to be moistened regularly or kept in water.

• You just need to take care of it like any other precious stone or valuable jewelry, avoiding dropping it or knocking it.

• And unlike opal stones from Mexico or Ethiopia, precious opal from Australia does not need to be treated to stabilize it.

• The vast majority of opals from these 2 other countries are treated to stabilize them; which is rarely reported by resellers.

• Precious opal can be transparent or opaque.

• The precious (or noble) opal stone from Australia is a rare stone (rarer than the diamond) and no one is identical to another.

Which makes this precious stone the most expensive in the world.

The best known but also the most expensive Opals are Black Opals. These are truly sumptuous and collectors are snapping them up. The most beautiful specimens from Australia can have prices that exceed €20,000.

So I need this market, I want to be the exclusive reseller of this precious stone in the world.

The godfather, Australian, is Isaac Wilson, better known by the nickname "the Devil".

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