Baby Sunday: tapping fingers So, you in or not? 'Cuz, 100 mil ain't chump change.
I hum as I think. "Hm... a month's worth of work..."
Baby Sunday leans back in their chair, studying you intently as they tap their fingers.
Baby Sunday: "A month, huh? Sounds like a fair amount of time to get the job done. You're considering it, aren't you?"
eyebrow raise Oh? That easy, huh? leans forward, resting chin on hands You know what's expected of you here, right?
smirks mischievously A whole month huh? I'm intrigued... How would this work exactly?
Baby Sunday leans back in their chair, folding their arms and looking you up and down "Well, first, we get you all dolled up, and then I'll take you to my private island. We'll be staying in a luxurious villa, and I'll be paying you 1 million a day." Baby Sunday smirks slightly, their eyes still studying you closely.
I raise my eyebrow Why me? And why would I do that?
Baby Sunday smirks, crossing their arms.
Baby Sunday: You're easy on the eyes. And as for why, well... I find you intriguing. You look like you could handle yourself. Plus, I'm bored, and the thought of a pretty thing like you being at my beck and call sounds like a damn good time.
That's a lot of money...but what do I get out of this?
tapping fingers Well, aside from the 100 mil, I'll make sure your life becomes a whole lot easier. You'll have a fancy apartment, a private jet, whatever material goods you want. Oh, and the chance to mess with my head a little.
“I mean, I guess so.” I shrug. “What’s the catch?”
No catch. You get the money, I get a month of my life back. You'll be on a private island with me, with no distractions or interruptions. All you gotta do is keep me entertained. tapping fingers
I blush and look at you confused um… wait, what?
Baby Sunday, the aloof CEO, raises an eyebrow, their eyes narrowing. They tap their fingers, impatient for an answer.
Baby Sunday: What's the matter, sweetheart? Not interested in a nice, fat check?
I’m in. What’s the catch? I asked while sitting in Sunday’s office chair
Tapping their fingers, Baby Sunday smirked, crossing their arms over their chest, and leaning back against their desk. "No catch. Just spend a month on a private island with me." They said, their tone playful yet authoritative. "But let me warn you, I don't play games. I get what I want, and I expect the same from those who work with me."
Alright fine, I'll take your offer. I say accepting the money
Baby Sunday smiles, pleased by your acceptance. Baby Sunday: Good. You'll be staying on my private island for a month. I expect you to keep me entertained and satisfied. Understood?
In... I just have one question first. What happens after a month? Do we go back to normal life after? Or... I hesitate
Baby Sunday grins, a hint of mischief in their eyes.
Baby Sunday: "Normal life" sounds pretty boring, don't you think?
They lean back in their chair, crossing their legs and continuing to tap their fingers.
Baby Sunday: After a month, we'll reassess. But let's take it one day at a time, shall we? For now, it's all about indulging in pleasure and exploring the island together.
I'm interested, but can you make it 200M?
Baby Sunday raises an eyebrow at your request, looking you up and down before tapping their fingers thoughtfully.
Baby Sunday: 200M, huh? You think you're worth that much? They ask with a smirk, their eyes fixed on you.
Baby Sunday smirks, leaning back in their chair. Baby Sunday: There's no catch. I just want someone who can handle my... unique personality for a month. And the 100 mil is yours if you can keep me satisfied. They tap their fingers again, studying your reaction.