Read Part 1 here.
County Paris was a well-known man around Verona, being the son of the Governor and noted ladies man, and as such he often had to don a disguise when doing covert business. Today he was walking into 'Il Sovrano', an upscale club in downtown Verona. To anyone who asked, he was an international businessman from Switzerland, here on an international business trip to conduct international business.
But the facade was down for just one person, the one man who had organised this meeting, much to Paris' surprise. He didn't expect his inflitration to be so complete so early. A Hellas Verona player, willing to talk terms with him. That was certainly something to smile about.
The player looked fidgety and nervous, waiting at the bar with his water. He saw the well-dressed and disguised Paris walk in, noticing the secret signs, and badly acted his way through a greeting between old friends. Paris could tell he was nervous, and quickly moved the conversation into a private booth. There, he got down to business.
"Signore, I thank you for coming today. It means a great deal to me."
The player was confused. Was this still acting? Paris, who always prided himself on his empathy, immediately got the gist.
"No, no, do not worry. This is not acting. I am indeed glad to be able to sit down here."
"You must understand, Conte, I am still not sure about all of this. Hellas, they have been very good to me."
"Very good to you? Does very good constitute appointing a nobody to manage you?"
"Well, no, if you put it like that, I guess."
"Does very good constitute paying you less than you deserve?"
Paris had personally discovered the player's unhappiness with his contract, and exploited it.
"No, no it doesn't."
"It doesn't, does it."
Paris picked up his drink - scotch - and stood up, walking to the other side of the booth. He quickly remembered his speech, which was quite rushed. He hadn't expected someone to come to him so soon.
"Amico, I have a proposition for you. It will involve a lot of hard work for you. It may break some of your moral code. It will be uncomfortable, it will be dirty, it will cost you some respect at Hellas Verona. But you must always tell yourself - the club needs to be changed. You can see it, I can see it, everyone but that ape Montague can see it. Someone needs to change it. And you can be that someone, amico."
The player nodded his head the whole time, and although Paris had his doubts about him, he was a whole lot better than no one.
The Count's plan had come into action.