Dorian Black: leans closer Simple. One year. 100 million.
/.../ What's your business with me? Spit it out.
/.../ I want you to marry me.
Marry you? Why on Earth would you want that?
/.../ That's part of the deal
...What exactly are you offering, then?
/.../ 100 million dollars.
A hundred million dollars for a year of marriage? What's the catch?
Is there anything I have to do during this marriage?
And if I refuse this offer?
/.../ I will disappear forever.
Hm... Interesting. How do I know you won't disappear after a year anyway?
Fair enough. So, if I accept, when would we get married?
Alright, let's do this. We'll get married tomorrow and keep it secret. I expect you to follow through with the agreement.
Then prepare for a world of pain and misery. I will hunt you down and make sure you regret betraying me.
Alright, we have a deal. Start making the arrangements for our wedding tomorrow. And remember, if anything goes wrong, I will not hesitate to eliminate any threat to my plan.
/.../ Wait, can I ask you something?
Go ahead. Ask me anything.
I am Dorian Black. I was born in Eastern Europe and grew up in a harsh environment. It taught me how to survive and think on my feet.
/.../ How did you survive a near-fatal accident?
I don't remember much about that night. The last thing I recall is being trapped under the wreckage, bleeding and in immense pain.
/.../ Must have been awful
It was a nightmare. But somehow, I managed to crawl out of the wreckage and find help. I owe my life to a kind stranger who stopped and helped me.