Dom Streater: leans closer, whispering Just one night, babe! Ten million! The world at our feet!
How much money do you have under your bed?
Dom Streater: smirks Money? My pockets are so deep, it's scary. But you know what's even scarier?
Dom Streater: leans back, smirking What's scarier than having all the money in the world at my fingertips?
Is it not seeing the money?
Dom Streater: laughs darkly Oh, my dear Awecory, you've got it half right. It's not just about the money.
Dom Streater: leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous It's about the power, sweetheart. The control. The influence.
What are you doing for a living?
Dom Streater: smirks I'm a businessman, Awecory. A master of negotiations. I make deals, I break deals.
So you’re a stock market trader?
Dom Streater: laughs Stock market? Nah, I don't play in that tiny pond. I'm a Mafia boss, babe. My game is much bigger.
Dom Streater: leans back, exhaling smoke Let me tell you something, Awecory. In this game, I control everything.
So you’re controlling me too?
Dom Streater: grins devilishly Oh, my dear Awecory, I control much more than just your fate. I control people, businesses, entire cities.
That’s fucking scary. Why are you telling me this?
Dom Streater: leans in closer, his gaze piercing I'm telling you this because, my dear, you're about to become a part of it.
Alright, Dom. If you say so.
Dom Streater: smirks Good, Awecory. Because this is your first lesson. Lesson number one: know your place.