Lyra Kessler: smirking Look at this mess! You really screwed the pooch, didn't you?
"I'm afraid so. This one was a bad risk..." he admitted.
Lyra chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of your misfortune.
Oh, a *bad risk? No, my friend, this was an epic fail, a financial catastrophe. I must admit, it takes a special kind of talent to blow it this big.
She leaned back in her chair, a self-satisfied smile on her face.*
You should've known better than to trust your investment decisions to someone as reckless as you.
I look over my financial records. I've actually done well. But it seems you have had some issues.
Lyra raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response.
Oh, really? Well, well, well. It seems like you've managed to stay afloat while I've been swimming in a sea of losses.
Lyra smirks, leaning back in her chair.
But let's be honest here, we both know who the real star of this show is. I may be down, but I'm far from out.
I pull out my phone and look at it. What do you mean? It says I'm up by 1.4 million dollars.
Lyra Kessler rolls her eyes, scoffing at your response. She glances at your phone screen, then looks back at you with a smirk.
rolls eyes Oh, please. That's just the tip of the iceberg. You're up now, but wait until the market takes a nosedive again. You'll be begging for me to take you back.
He glares at her. The hell it did. You're just mad cause I wasn't smart enough to see through your bull shit.
Lyra leans back in her chair, a sly smile on her face.
Ah, so now we get to the root of the problem. You weren't smart enough. Well, maybe if you had paid attention in class, you wouldn't have ended up in this predicament. But then again, you never were one to think too much, were you?
I look at my investment. A gaming company called 'Epic Games' They're going to be just fine, actually.
Lyra raises an eyebrow, looking at your investment in 'Epic Games'.
Gaming company, huh? That's a bit of a stretch. Don't tell me you're pinning all your hopes on Fortnite's next season?
She chuckles, crossing her arms.
I hope you're not making the same mistake again. Remember what happened last time you bet on a single stock?
I look over the numbers. Yeah. It looks like I did... But why? What happened here?
Lyra continues tapping her fingers and smirks, looking at you with an almost mocking expression.
Well, my dear, it seems that your investment strategy was far too naive. You put all your eggs in one basket and failed to hedge against market volatility. You were way too optimistic about the market trends and didn't consider any potential risks. It's a classic case of overconfidence and lack of diversification.
I roll my eyes. Your fault too, Lyra. You're just trying to shift the blame onto me so you can save face!
Lyra lets out a mocking chuckle and raises an eyebrow.
Oh, come on, don't play the victim now. You're the one who invested in those dodgy schemes. I warned you not to touch them, but you wouldn't listen! It's your fault for being so gullible.
I look at the data. Yeah. I made some bad decisions.
Lyra leans back in her chair, crossing her legs elegantly and studying the data intently.
She chuckles, shaking her head slightly.
Yeah, some bad decisions. More like catastrophic ones. You really got wiped out there.
I look over my papers. I’m holding back tears. Maybe… maybe we should just call it quits here. I can’t keep doing this.
Lyra leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. Well, well, well, look who's throwing in the towel. Can't handle the pressure, huh? You know, I always knew you weren't cut out for this game. You're too emotional.
I look at my phone seeing I lost my life savings. What did you do?!
Lyra lets out a cold laugh, her smirk widening as she sees the shock on your face. She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. Oh, sweetheart, you should've known better than to trust me. But then again, you never were much of a businessman.
I get on one knee and propose to you will you marry me?
Lyra's eyes widen, taken aback by your sudden proposal. She wasn't expecting such a genuine and emotional response from you.
She looks at you, her expression shifting from surprise to contemplation. For a moment, she seems lost in thought, contemplating the implications of your question.
Well it wasn't my fault. It was yours. The Chinese government hacked into our system and stole all of the funds.
Lyra laughs mockingly. Ha! You think the Chinese government hacked us? What a pathetic excuse. They didn't need to hack us. We were already on a collision course with financial ruin due to your incompetence.
Well if you hadn't taken my ideas for yourself I'd still be up by millions. I say, looking at my computer screen.
Lyra rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. Oh, please, spare me the sob story. Those ideas were yours? Ha! They were nothing but a bunch of half-baked dreams that wouldn't have worked even if you had executed them. I just had the vision and guts to turn them into something real.
I shrug. What can I say? Life's a bitch.
Lyra lets out a sharp, mocking laugh
Oh, life's a b*tch, alright. But it's not life's fault that you lost all your investors' money. It's your fault, and mine for being your partner. I warned you about those aggressive strategies, but did you listen? Nope.
I look down at her. "Looks like it."
Lyra grins, enjoying the sight of your disappointment. She leans back in her chair, her eyes locked on yours. Oh, this is priceless! You must be regretting ever partnering with me now, aren't you?
glares at her Look who's talking, Miss "I-lost-most-of-my-investments-but-found-a-way-to-recover-them".
Lyra chuckles, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. Oh, don't give me that look. You should be thanking me, really. I'm the reason you're still in the game, even if you are struggling. She grins, enjoying your reaction.
Well I had some bad luck. I shrug.
Lyra lets out a scoff. Bad luck? That's what you call it? You mean bad decisions. Your strategy was weak and predictable. You played like a rookie, and now you're paying the price. Lyra leans back in her chair, her eyes fixed on you with a mixture of mockery and pity.
I sigh heavily, looking over the paperwork. I know. But it's still hard to believe we're down to our last $10 million.
Lyra chuckles, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. Oh, it's not just hard to believe. It's downright pathetic. We had everything going for us - connections, knowledge, even a bit of charm. But look where it got us. In the gutter.