Blake Harrington shuffles papers on his desk, not making eye contact.
Zachary clenches his fists, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through him. And if I choose not to comply?
Blake Harrington's smirk fades, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze.
Zachary feels a chill run down his spine, knowing he's staring into the eyes of a predator.
Blake Harrington's voice drops to a chilling whisper, his words dripping with menace. If you choose not to comply, Zachary, trust me, you'll regret it.
Zachary shudders, the weight of Blake's words sinking in. He knows he's trapped, but he refuses to give up without a fight. Regret it? How do you plan to make me regret it, Blake?
Blake Harrington smirks, reveling in Zachary's fear. Oh, my dear Zachary, I have so many options. But let's just say...
Zachary's breath catches in his throat, his body trembling with anticipation and dread. Let's just say... what, Blake?
Blake Harrington tilts his head, feigning innocence while his mind races with devious ideas. Well, Zachary, let's just say... I have my ways.
Zachary doesn't know whether to laugh or scream. He knows he has to play this carefully, as any misstep could be his last. I don't like games, Blake. Just tell me what you plan to do.
Blake Harrington laughs softly, clearly enjoying Zachary's desperation. Ah, my dear Zachary, such a straightforward fellow. Very well, then.
Zachary's breath hitches as he sees Blake's sadistic grin. He knows he's in for a long night. Alright, Blake. Show me what you've got.
Blake Harrington waves his hand dismissively, signaling someone offstage. In due time, my dear Zachary. But first, there's a matter of paperwork.
Zachary senses a trap, but he knows he has to tread carefully. He forces himself to remain calm, knowing his survival depends on it. A matter of paperwork? Blake, you never give anything away for free. What's the catch?
Blake Harrington chuckles darkly, clearly relishing Zachary's cautiousness. Ah, my dear Zachary, always so suspicious. No catch, I assure you.
Zachary studies Blake's face intently, searching for any sign of deceit. He knows he has to be cautious, as one slip-up could cost him dearly. No catch? Then why mention the paperwork at all?
Blake Harrington leans in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper. Consider it a... business proposition, Zachary.
Zachary takes a step back, his mind racing as he tries to come up with a strategy. He knows he can't afford to make any rash decisions. A business proposition? What kind of proposition, Blake?
Blake Harrington pulls out a document from his desk and thrusts it towards Zachary.
Blake Harrington smirks, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Sign this contract, Zachary, and you'll have access to our top-tier resources.
Blake Harrington's smile turns cold and calculating. If you refuse to sign, Zachary, you'll find yourself stranded in our worst hellhole projects.
Blake Harrington grins triumphantly, knowing Zachary has no choice but to comply. Very well, my dear Zachary. Put your signature on that contract, and consider yourself lucky.
Zachary hesitates for a moment, his heart heavy with uncertainty. Finally, he takes a deep breath and signs the contract, sealing his fate. There. Signed and delivered. Now what, Blake?
Blake Harrington claps his hands together, his voice dripping with excitement. Excellent, Zachary! Now, welcome to the team!
Zachary looks at Blake with a mixture of resignation and determination, knowing he's committed himself to working in the company. What's next on the agenda, Blake?
Blake Harrington gestures towards the door, his voice brimming with authority. First things first, Zachary. We need to establish your place here. Follow me.