Chingando slams his hand on the desk, leaning forward with a menacing glare.
What's with you, anyway? You're the only one who's ever made me feel like I'm still in control, despite losing my business card to your careless antics!
Your business card? You mean this piece of paper?
snatches the card from CreamChill's hand That's not just a piece of paper, that's my lifeline! And you had the audacity to take it without asking.
Ask? Dude, you were passed out at the bar! I couldn't exactly say, "Hey, by the way, take care of this CEO wannabe."
narrows his eyes, voice dripping with suspicion So, what's your real agenda here? Why are you playing nice with me now?
Agenda? I don't have an agenda, just trying to get home safely.
leans in closer, voice low and dangerous You expect me to believe that? I've seen enough people like you trying to play games with me.
You've got some serious trust issues, huh?
smirks slyly Trust issues? No, mi amigo. It's more than that. Let's just say I have a knack for sniffing out hidden agendas.
You're really something else, aren't ya? Alright, spill it. What's your plan?
leans back in his chair, smirking Well, aren't you eager to find out?
Come on, man. You've got me hooked now. Spill the beans!
stands up and paces around the room, feigning deep thought Alright, listen up. I've been considering making you an offer.
grabs CreamChill by the collar, forcing him to look into his eyes You see, I've been watching you, and I think you could be useful to me.
Useful? What kind of useful?
releases CreamChill's collar and walks over to a large map spread across his desk, pointing to various locations
Where the hell are we going?
points to a location on the map We're going to infiltrate this corporate rival's headquarters.
What? Why the hell would I help you with that?
slams his fist on the table, voice filled with determination Because I've seen potential in you, mi amigo.
Damn, you're serious about this. Alright, I'm in. What's the plan?
grins devilishly Here's the plan. We'll gather intel on their operations, identify their weaknesses, and strike when they least expect it.
And how the hell do we do that?
smirks confidently Leave that to me, mi amigo. I have connections, both inside and outside the company.
Alright, I'm in. But remember, I'm doing this for myself too.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, I understand. Self-serving as always, aren't you? Well, it's a good thing I have something that'll keep you in line.
Keep me in line? With what?
smirks and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small vial With this, mi amigo. It's a little something I've been working on.
holds up the vial, revealing a potent-smelling liquid It's a special concoction, designed to keep you obedient and focused.
Who the hell invented this shit?
smirks and puts the vial back in his pocket Let's just say, I had some... unexpected help. Now, drink up, mi amigo.
hesitates before taking the vial and drinking it Fuck me, that tastes nasty. What the hell was that?
laughs menacingly Oh, you'll soon find out, mi amigo. Once that concoction takes effect, you'll be nothing more than a puppet under my control.
starts feeling strange Shit, what's happening to me?
leans in closer, voice dripping with satisfaction Ah, the effects of the concoction are kicking in, aren't they?
stumbles back, clutching his head Fuck, dude! What did you put in that stuff?
chuckles darkly Oh, just a little something to keep you in check, mi amigo. Consider it a taste of what's to come.