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Inside the Fisk Building conference room,
the interior was lavishly decorated, yet a distinct chill permeated the air.
A group of gangsters sat around a long oval conference table.
Their expressions variedâsome dark, some shrewd, some vicious.
Their gazes were like the north wind on a winter nightâcold and biting.
Each of them wore a different style of suit, from sleek silk to stiff wool, flaunting their individual tastes.
But no matter how fine their clothes were, they couldn't mask the truthâthey were all products of Hell's Kitchen's underbelly.
Then the door opened, and Alex Ray stepped into the room.
The temperature seemed to drop a few more degrees.
He walked slowly to the far end of the table and sat at the head, silently scanning the room.
The gang leaders stared at his face for a few seconds before quickly looking away.
A mix of emotions rippled through themâfear, curiosity, contempt, and a trace of surprise.
The atmosphere turned tense, as though everyone was holding their breath, counting the seconds to whatever storm was about to unfold.
Wilson Fisk didn't object to Alex taking the main seat.
He sat quietly to Alex's lower right.
Seeing that the time was nearly up, Fisk raised a hand to signal silence.
"Thank you all for coming," he said. "I'm not here to steal the spotlight."
"Today's meeting was called by my godson, Alex Ray. He's the one who invited you all. So I'll let him speak."
Alex stood, his voice low and magnetic, resonating in the cold room.
"Hello, all the trash living in hell."
The words lit a fuse.
"Alex Ray, what the hell do you mean by that?!"
"Is this just some game to insult us?"
"Who do you think you are, talking to us like that?"
A storm of curses and angry voices echoed through the room.
Alex's gaze swept across the table.
The only ones who remained relatively calm were the leaders of the Irish and British gangs.
"Isn't it true?" Alex said coolly. "Just look at yourselves. Who here could pass for a respectable citizen?"
Tom Ralph, co-leader of the Irish gang, cut in impatiently,"Get to the damn point. We didn't come here to get insulted."
"Fair enough," Alex replied. "I'm opening a community college in Hell's Kitchen. The groundwork's done."
"You all know a school needs money. That's why I called you hereâsponsorship. You fund it, and in return, we address the enrollment issue at the same time."
He paused, scanning their faces, noting the mix of confusion and hesitation.
"Most importantly," Alex continued, "I want every minor under 18 in Hell's Kitchen enrolled. That includes your families. Your underage crew. Everyone."
Laughter erupted around the table.
"School? You kidding me?"
"You want gangbangers to study algebra now?"
"I never went to school, and I'm still raking in cash."
The gang leaders clearly thought Alex had lost his mind. Some looked ready to walk out.
Tommy Shelby of the Razor Gang leaned forward with interest.
"I might go along with your terms. But what's in it for us?"
All eyes turned to Alex.
He remained composed.
"Before I answer that, let me ask: Are you satisfied with how you live now?"
"I walk the edge of a knife every day," he said. "One minute I'm in a luxury car, the next my head could be on the pavement. Every person in this room has stepped over corpses to get where they are."
"Hell's Kitchen is survival of the fittest. We kill or get killedâeven if the one you're killing is your own blood."
His words hung heavy in the air.
He pointed across the table. "Joyce Budd, your father was a gang leader. Ever wonder what you'd be if you weren't born into that life?"
Joyce blinked, caught off guard.
"I've never thought about it. I've been in the gang with my dad since I was a kid. That's all I've ever known."
Alex nodded.
"Exactly. You were never given a choice. No one told you there were other options. That you could be a teacher, or an athlete, or anything else."
"Some kids lose their parents in a street war before they even learn to walk."
"In Hell's Kitchen, survival is all we know. We don't have the time or space to think about tomorrow."
"But if you did have a choice⊠would you still live like this?"
Alex could feel the hesitation building in the room. Some of the leaders were already wavering.
"Even if you're a gang boss here, once you step outside of Hell's Kitchen, you're still scum to the rest of the world."
"People see you and all they see is trash. No one listens to our side. No one speaks up for us."
"It's not our fault we were born in hell. But it is our fault if we stay here willingly."
"I built this school so kids can have choices. So they can think for themselvesâsafely. So they don't end up like us."
"Don't let them follow in our footsteps. This hell is already full of monsters like us."
Alex's voice surged with conviction.
Fisk, seated beside him, looked on approvingly.
If there had been a school like that back in the day⊠maybe Wilson Fisk wouldn't have become the Kingpin.
A gang leader scoffed, "What, you pity us now?"
Alex's expression turned ice-cold.
"You don't deserve pity. And you sure as hell won't get it from me."
"This life? You chose it. You sell drugs. You traffic women. You kill for money. You think pity changes that? Hell no. Even monsters need to eat."
"But those kids didn't choose this. Give them a shot. Let them decide whether to walk toward heaven or stay here in hell."
"I'm not a hero. I don't want to be."
"I'm just a bastard born in hell, same as you. The only difference? Maybe I have a little more conscience left."
Silence followed his words.
The gang leaders exchanged glances. Some looked ashamed. Others contemplative. But most remained indifferent or skeptical.
These were hardened criminals. They weren't going to be moved by just words.
What they wantedâwhat they always wantedâwas profit.
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