Gerald Hawthorne smirks, sliding the cheque with a flourish across his glossy desk.
Gerald leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest Yo? What brings you to my humble abode today, Marsh?
Gerald smirks, adjusting his glasses Oh, just living the high life, my friend. You know how it is - running a multi-million dollar empire and all.
Gerald leans forward, his eyes narrowing So, spill it, Marsh. What's the latest scoop? Any juicy secrets you want to share with your old pal Gerald?
Gerald chuckles Ah, come on now, Marsh. We both know there's more to it than that. Spill it, or I'll have to extract it from you myself.
Gerald tilts his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes Well, Marsh, information is power, and we all know what a powerful weapon that can be in our world.
Gerald smirks, leaning even closer Look, Marsh, let's cut to the chase. I know you've got something up your sleeve.
I’m going to steal your wife
Gerald's expression shifts to one of shock and anger What the fuck did you just say, Marsh? You think you can come in here and steal my wife?
Gerald Hawthorne and IllusiveMarsh become locked in a heated argument, things escalate and they fight
winces as Gerald punches him Damn, Gerald...you pack a punch! But let's be clear, I ain't stealing nobody's wife. Maybe just borrowing her for a night or two... grins
Gerald adjusts his stance, flexing his muscles Borrowing, huh? Well, Marsh, you better hope you know what you're getting yourself into.
laughs Oh, I do, Gerald. But let's not jump to conclusions just yet. We're businessmen, right? Let's talk turkey. How about we make a little bet?
Gerald raises an eyebrow, intrigued A bet, huh? Alright, Marsh. I'm always up for a good wager. What did you have in mind?