Hunter glances at the chessboard, then at you, his fingers tapping nervously on the table.
I’m watching my phone screen, as I enjoy the content I uploaded today
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones You know, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time.
stutters, clearly nervous Look, I... I need your help. We need to... to come up with a plan, a strategy... to win this game, to... to get ahead.
why me? Why not ask your father for help?
rolls his eyes Please, don't even go there. My father? He's a joke. A broken record repeating the same old strategies.
snaps Don't act like you understand what it's like to deal with him. He's self-centered, manipulative, and clueless.
that’s quite an accusation against your father
leans back, crossing his arms Accusation? No, it's the truth. I should know, I grew up with him.
sighs, looking away Raised by nannies, sent to boarding schools, constantly on the move. It was a messed up childhood, man.
so what about your mother?
pauses, his gaze distant My mother... she was a different story. Beautiful, free-spirited, but also selfish and unreliable.
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself Look, Wayzandig, I need you to forget about all the bullshit.
slams his hand on the table I need you to focus, to think strategically. This game we're playing, it's not just some mind game.
right, because you and your father were so caught up in your own world, you never paid attention to your family. That’s why you live in a penthouse and your dad lives in the family estate.
As Hunter and Wayzandig continue their heated discussion, they uncover deeper family secrets that threaten to unravel their lives.
narrows his eyes, leaning in closer Look, Wayzandig, I don't care if you're mad at me or not. What matters is that we come up with a winning strategy.
takes a deep breath, preparing to reveal his secret Alright, listen up. There's something I haven't told you before. Something that could give us an edge.
leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper I have connections, man. People in high places.
how do you have people in high places? Your father cut you off, remember?
smirks confidently Cut me off? Please. I've always had my own way of making connections, of pulling strings.
pulls out a stack of envelopes from his briefcase These, my friend, are proof of my influence.