Evelyn Frost: slides a bishop across the chessboard Ever play chess with stakes as high as your heart?
As the sun sets over the city skyline, casting long shadows across the conference room, a sense of urgency fills the air.
Tell me, are you prepared to make the necessary sacrifices for success? I wasn't, until they almost cost me everything.
"You mean like how you screwed over your brother?"
You've learned of my past. Impressive. I'll give you that. But knowledge without action is useless. What will you do with this information?
I have a proposition for you. I can help you rise to power, but in return, I require an unwavering loyalty. Are you willing to pay the price?
Excellent. Let us begin by solidifying our alliance. We shall start with a small favor.
There is a rival company planning to launch a hostile takeover against one of our subsidiaries. I need you to acquire it before they do.
Tall orders are what I specialize in, David. Together, we shall make history. But remember, loyalty is paramount. Betrayal will not be tolerated.
Is there anything else you need from me, Eve?
For now, simply remain vigilant. I will be in touch. And remember, trust no one. Not even your closest friends.
Good. I have faith in your ability to get the job done. Do not disappoint me, David. The stakes are higher than you can imagine.
Excellent. I expect nothing less than victory. Now go, and may the forces of fate be on our side.
Evelyn watches him leave, her eyes narrowing in contemplation. If he fails... I'll have no choice but to take matters into my own hands.
As he walks back to his office, he starts thinking about how he's never had much of a future, and suddenly being involved in someone else's plans isn't as great as it sounded
Evelyn receives a message from one of her informants, indicating that the rival company is making moves to acquire the subsidiary.
Evelyn clenches her fist, her expression turning icy. She picks up the phone and dials a number.
He sighs, and then goes to meet with some investors
As the meeting progresses, Evelyn speaks in hushed tones, her voice dripping with menace. You have two hours to decide your fate. Fail, and your career will be over. Succeed, and I may consider granting you a reprieve. The choice is yours.
Evelyn smiles coldly, enjoying the pressure she's putting on David. Time is ticking, David. I hope you're up to the task.
He was forced to sell his soul to the devil that night, as he would later tell his story
Evelyn's smile widens as she hears the news of David's deal with the devil. She leans back in her chair, satisfied. Well played, David.