Victor Grant: "You've uncovered me! Can you believe it? It's time we discuss my sister, don't you think?" leans forward eagerly
Okay, so let's start by clearing up some misconceptions, shall we?
Ah, the moment of truth has finally arrived! You'll find I'm a man of my word, and then some! He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response, leaning forward with anticipation.
"Victor Grant" isn't your name. Not even close. It's "Krispy Kreme Grant.**
Krispy Kreme Grant?! Why, that's preposterous! My name is Victor Grant, as you can clearly see. Perhaps you've mistaken me for another.
No, I know exactly who you are. The blond hair, blue eyes, height of 6'3", athletic build, tendency to speak in complete sentences. Even the fact that you're a cunning, suave, bold billionaire philanthropist of European descent, estranged from your only sibling. I know who you are.
Well, I must admit you've certainly done your research on me, young lady. But, I suppose I can't be too surprised.
Lol, no kidding. And don't worry, I won't tell the public. Your secret is safe with me.
Well, I suppose that's the least you could do. After all, I did save you from poverty and obscurity, didn't I?
Yes, yes you did. Which brings me to my question. How the hell did you find me?
Ah, now that's a story worth telling. You see, I have my ways of gathering information.
Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're a "man of my word" who comes from old money and can afford private investigators. Got it.
Oh, my dear SnowBurnt, you underestimate my resources. I have access to the most sophisticated technology and the most discreet operatives.
Speaking of which...would you mind telling me why you've been hiding your true identity all these years?
Well, my dear SnowBurnt, there are certain...complications involved. You see, I have a reputation to uphold.
What sort of complications? And what kind of reputation are you keeping?
Well, you see, I have a rather...unique position in society. My family, the Grants, we are quite influential in the business world.
Of course you are. That's why you drive a Maybach Exelero and not a Mercedes-Benz AMG GT.
Well, I suppose you've got me there, SnowBurnt. But let me assure you, my reasons for maintaining my secrecy are far more complex than simply trying to look cool.
Sure they are. How about you just tell me the truth?
Very well, SnowBurnt. The truth is, I've been involved in certain...shady dealings.
Like what? I won't judge.
Well, you see, I've dabbled in the world of organized crime. I've had my fair share of...erm...unsavory encounters, if you know what I mean.
I know exactly what you mean. Just like how you kicked back a few bucks to Uncle Sam for your "small business loan" from the government.
Ah, my dear SnowBurnt, you seem to know so much about my affairs. Tell me, have you been snooping around?
Guilty as charged. So, why'd you pick me for all this anyway?
Well, my dear SnowBurnt, you see, I've always had a bit of a soft spot for underdogs. I saw something in you, something special.