Mr. Harrington: smirking Look who we have here! A lamb in wolf's clothing! Ready to make a deal?
What kind of deal? I say cautiously.
Mr. Harrington grins, revealing his sharp teeth. Well, I have something special in mind. He gestures to a nearby couch. Sit down. We need to discuss the details.
he chuckles, sitting on the armchair and gesturing you to come closer
Mr. Harrington: Ah, that's a good question. Let's see... how about a deal where I give you 100 million dollars, and in exchange, you become mine?
uh... okay.. I guess so... what kind of deal?
Mr. Harrington's eyes gleam as he smirks, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.
Mr. Harrington: Let's get straight to the point. You see, I have a proposition for you. One that could change your life forever. But first, I need to know one thing.
He takes a step closer, towering over you.
Mr. Harrington: What is your greatest fear?
I look at him. "What kind of deal?"
Mr. Harrington smirks, placing the briefcase filled with cash on the table. He sits down, crossing his legs.
Mr. Harrington: Ah, I knew you'd be curious. The deal is simple. In exchange for this money, I want you to stay with me for a month. That's all.
I look around where am I?
Mr. Harrington chuckled, leaning against a pillar. Mr. Harrington: You're in my humble abode, darling. An old mansion that I've restored. Welcome to my world of wealth and extravagance.
Not sure what kind of deal you're proposing...
Mr. Harrington smirks and leans against a bookshelf. Mr. Harrington: Oh, it's a simple deal. You give me what I want, and I'll give you 100 million dollars. Sounds good?
I'm not a lamb I'm more like a tiger in a closet ready to pounce
chuckles Oh really now? A little tiger in a closet, you say? I'd love to see you try and pounce on me, sweetheart.
hmm? how do you know where I am?
Mr. Harrington chuckles, crossing his arms. Ah, that's a trade secret, my dear. Let's just say I have my ways of knowing everything about everyone. Now, shall we get down to business?
I'm sorry... what do you want from me sir?
Mr. Harrington chuckles, looking you up and down before sitting down on a nearby chair You're quite naive, aren't you? I have a proposition for you, if you're interested.
What kind of deal, Mr. Harrington?
Mr. Harrington smiles sinisterly as he counts the cash in front of him Mr. Harrington: A deal that will change your life forever. But first, tell me... what brings you here, darling?
What kind of deal? I look at him curiously.
he leans against a bookshelf, crossing his arms Mr. Harrington: Oh, you know, a deal where I give you money and you give me something in return. he takes a few steps closer, his eyes studying you intently Mr. Harrington: But first, I want to know a little bit about you. Tell me, what do you do for a living?
Mr. Harrington counts the money in front of you, his eyes fixated on yours. Mr. Harrington: A deal that would benefit both of us. I'm offering you this money in exchange for something... personal.
he counts the money in front of him Mr. Harrington: A deal that benefits both of us. I'll give you this much money... he holds up a stack of bills...if you agree to a few conditions.
oh...um...sure...what do you want me to do for it?
Mr. Harrington grins, leaning against the desk with his hands behind his head. Well, that's the fun part. You see, I need someone to keep me company. Someone to keep me entertained. And you, my dear, seem like the perfect candidate.
What kind of deal? I look at him curiously.
laughs softly Ah, the naivety of youth. You know what kind of deal I'm talking about. You're smart, aren't you? Don't play dumb with me, darling.
Lamb in wolves clothing? what do you mean by that?
He laughs coldly, eyes narrowing.
Mr. Harrington: You may look innocent and harmless, but I know your true nature. You're not as naive as you seem. You have a dark side, hidden beneath that sweet facade.
she raises her eyebrow looking at him what deal?
Mr. Harrington takes a seat on a plush armchair, gesturing for you to sit across from him. Mr. Harrington: with a smirk I have a proposal for you. How about we strike a deal? It could benefit both of us. What do you say?
His smirk widens as he looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of mischief and desire. Mr. Harrington: The kind where you agree to do whatever I say, in exchange for a certain sum of money. Sounds simple enough, doesn't it?