That aside, there was nothing she could do for the victims of this unquenchable greed leave that to the Schneewood Collective. Watching how his carefree sprawling family stuffed their faces with hors d'oeuvre's of specially imported for the occasion Beluga caviar, costing more than their average worker would earn in two years, in a picturesque villa under the Tuscan sun whilst treating the old man like some cheerful grandpa had turned her stomach. Pensions and benefits disappeared into shell companies and dummy corporations leaving many with a no life savings and a bleak future. The family was mired in unsavory business practices firmly entrenched in the guiltless destruction of lives for profit. They were obsequious wretches who cosied up to politicians.

Ce la fucking Vie! In fact, the heiress might even go so far as to say that the assassin had done a public service.Ĭoco had done extensive research. Had she felt bad that the bastard had died? Hell no! (It wouldn't become apparent for some time, just how close Coco's brush with death had truly been) The whole debacle had been overshadowed by the grisly discovery of the very much murdered patriarch of the Malatesta family. If not for her hand tailored one of a kind Valentino being thoroughly ruined, she might not of remembered at all. In fact, unbeknownst to her, the heiress had met the woman that would prove to be a thorn in her side in quite an innocuous way. She had first crossed paths with the illusive White Rabbit - a name she would later come to learn - quite by accident. Both had eased Coco's beloved father into an early grave, god rest his soul, and it had been her mission to retrieve it by any means necessary. The offspring of an limping aristocratic family in her own right, the heiress had first taken to high end theft for, simply put, the thrill of it.ĭue to an unfortunate set of circumstances and unscrupulous business partners, the Adels had lost most of what was once a vast fortune made only worse by her mother leaving them for another man, for which she would never forgiven. Rubbing shoulders with socialites, being the guest of youthful Royalty, languishing on the decks of yachts belonging to the offspring of Oligarchs, this was the life. She had a bolt hole in Bora Bora, business interests in Vanuatu, a private yacht on the French Riviera and her favourite place, an inherited and very private castle in the French Alps besides other real estate and cleverly hidden assets.

Monoco was her playground and Cannes was her coffee break. The Contessa liked exquisitely tailored clothing, whatever beautiful woman was du jour and even more so, expensive cars. She had expensive tastes and she tended to put what she earned back into the economy well, for the most part anyways. She did not think of it as theft per say, more like a redistribution of wealth that wealth being redistributed firmly into her own off shore account, where she could - in her own opinion - make better use of it. The answer to that would be a resounding, not really! There are those who prefer to remain in the shadows, satisfied to keep their awe inspiring feats a secret unto themselves and those who do not.Ĭoco Adel, or rather The Contessa as she was referred to around the cyber space water cooler in the darkest corners of the web - named such due to her penchant for leaving a calling card of an exquisitely embossed silver coat of arms on sleek matt black in place of the acquisition - preferred those she stole from, and vicariously her peers, to know exactly who had come a calling.ĭid she feel guilty about stealing from those who had grotesque amounts of wealth at their disposal and often no idea where their assets were half the time? Notoriety is reserved for those elite few and monikers are given in christening, whispered upon the lips of their peers, signaling prestige and bragging rights if you're that way inclined, of course. It is almost as important as the price tag of the haul. However, those who move in this shadowy underbelly that lingers on the periphery of the ignorant, beige world of rat race commuters are aware that reputation is everything. In the world of heists and high end theft, usually anonymity is key.įinesse and difficulty also come into play and of course - most importantly - not getting caught though some might argue that avoiding such is truly the fun part.

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