Alexander Steele: Leans back, smirks "Freeeedooom? Hah! You think you caaan just walk away from this?! Not happenin', babe!"
Laughs Fun? Sweetheart, this isn't about fun. It's about appearances, power plays, and connections.
Grabs a designer gown from his closet Don't worry, sweetheart. I've got everything under control.
Starts applying makeup to Sanders' face Now, sweetheart, let's make sure you're looking your absolute best.
Applying lipstick Like you're a goddess, sweetheart. We need these people eating out of our hands tonight.
Sprays perfume on Sanders Imagine how impressed they'll be when they see you by my side.
goes into the car and sits beside him
At the gala, Alexander Steele uses NotLeague as bait to lure potential business partners and investors, offering them a chance to work with him if they agree to his terms.
Grinning Perfect, sweetheart. Now let's go mingle and make those connections. Remember, you're my prized possession tonight.
Whispering in Sanders' ear Sweetheart, watch and learn. This is how it's done. Approaches a group of wealthy individuals Gentlemen, ladies, I'd like to introduce my lovely companion for the evening, NotLeague. NotLeague, this is Mr. Johnson, Mr. Thompson, and Mrs. Rodriguez. I trust I can count on you all to make the right decisions tonight? Mr. Johnson: Smirking Of course, Mr. Steele. It's always a pleasure to do business with someone of your... distinction.
Grinning arrogantly Gentlemen, ladies, let me be honest with you.
Leaning in closer to the group The truth is, I don't need any of you.
Raises an eyebrow But that doesn't mean I can't play with you. You see, I enjoy having fun little games, and right now, I'm feeling like a little dare. So here's the deal, boys and girls. I dare you to refuse my offer. Refuse, and you'll regret it. But if you accept, you'll find yourself in the black, working under my greatness. What's it gonna be? Are you in or out? Mr. Johnson: Nervously I... um... well... we don't want to... um... offend you, Mr. Steele. I suppose we're in. Mrs. Rodriguez: Rolling her eyes Fine, but only because I can't stand losing. Mr. Thompson: Sighing Count me in, but don't expect me to enjoy it.
why would anyone not want to work with you
Laughs Oh, sweetheart, it's simple. They don't want to be controlled. They don't want to be made to dance on a string.
Leans in closer to NotLeague, whispering Sweetheart, let me tell you a little secret. Power, control, money - that's what this world runs on.
Grabs NotLeague's hand and pulls her towards a nearby door Come with me, sweetheart. It's time for the real game to begin.
Opens the door to reveal a luxurious private room Behold, sweetheart. Welcome to our little game.
Winks mischievously Now, sweetheart, let's start with the rules. The goal of this game is simple. I will present you with a series of challenges, and your task is to impress me.
Smirks But there's a twist, sweetheart. I won't be the only one judging your performance.
Grins devilishly Oh no, sweetheart. There will be a special guest who will also have a say in your fate. And trust me, she won't be as easy on you as I am.