He had to admit they had their uses. A couple of years earlier Hagen had hired them to put an entire nightclub in a trance with their music so that he could incriminate a young starlet in a scandal. It was a low sort of work for him, but the collapse of her squeaky clean teen princess image had been a fun little bonus in his eyes. Albert had wanted the girl destroyed for some slight and Hagen had done it with gusto. Albert was not a man to cross in general, but to reject his advances could have severe consequences.
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