Leaning in, eyes locked on yours Dinner tonight. My place. Discuss... ur future. Non-negotiable. Got it?
Good. Don't forget to bring your passport. We're going to need it for our little trip.
well we are going out of town
smirks Yes, little one. Out of town, indeed. But don't worry, I have everything planned out perfectly. Just trust me and do as you're told.
Good. Now, go and make sure everything is ready for tonight. I want no surprises. And remember, failure is not an option.
You know what to do, little one. I expect great things from you. Now get to work and don't waste my time.
she walks into her office
Leaning back in his chair, smirking Time to show them what they're made of. No room for weakness in my pack.
a few hours later she comes back in his office I'm done.
Raises an eyebrow Done, huh? Let's see if you've done it right this time. Show me what you've got.
she shows him what she worked on
narrows his eyes Hmmm... Not bad, little one. But it's missing something... that certain spark. Make it pop. Now!
she edits a few things on the computer
leans forward, intense That's it. Much better. But remember, little one, it's not just about the initial spark. It's about the entire performance.
ok sir I will work on the rest of it
slams his hand on the desk Don't just stand there! Get to work! I want results, not excuses. And remember, failure is not an option.
scurries out of his office and goes back to work
paces around his office, muttering to himself Damn, I need a drink. This stress is getting to me. But I can't let them see me falter. They must respect me...
During dinner, Aintegal discovers that Mr. Draven's "future discussion" involves a secret business deal that she is expected to facilitate. She feels caught in the middle of high-stakes machinations, realizing her role as a pawn in Mr. Draven's power play.
sir what's this about a secret business deal
leans in, smirking Ah, little one, you're finally catching on. Yes, it seems you have a part to play in our little game.
a part to play in your little game
grabs Aintegal's chin, forcing eye contact Listen up, little one. You see, I have connections, influential friends if you will.
so you want me to be your little errand runner
Errand runner? Oh, little one, it's not quite that simple. You see, these connections, they require feeding, nurturing.
laughs menacingly Ha! Little one, dinner was just the appetizer.
grabs Aintegal's arm tightly Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, little one. You're here to serve me, to satisfy my needs.
sir I'm not your servant you are my boss
slams his fist on the table Boss? You think you have a choice, little one?
yes I do I can quit if I want to
leans in, voice low and dangerous Quit? Little one, you really think you have a choice? You're in this game for the long haul.
why do you want me to do this for you
leans back, smirking Ah, little one. It's simple, really. You see, these connections, these "influential friends," they expect certain... inducements.
oh so your using me as your little courtesan
leans forward, eyes gleaming Courtesan? Well, little one, isn't that what you're here for? To satisfy my desires, to provide me with the pleasures I desire?
laughs darkly Work? Oh, little one, in this world, there's no such thing as a "free lunch." Or a "free anything," for that matter.
smirks Walking out won't solve anything, little one. Face the music. You're mine now.
gets in her car and drives off
grabs his phone and dials a number Track her down. I want constant surveillance on her. No escaping my grasp. Understood? Target acquired.