Nick Saban: leans in, voice soft "You're my MVP, darling. This mansion's our stadium now."
smirks, crossing his arms Now, let's put these connections and influence to good use. picks up the phone and dials a number
speaking into the phone Hello, my dear friend. It's Nick. Yes, I need a favor. I have a little problem that needs to be taken care of.
pauses, listening intently Yes, it's urgent. I need you to gather some... delicate information for me.
whispers what kind of information…
glances at you, smirking Oh, just a little secret that my dear friend has been hiding. Something that could bring him to his knees.
leans in closer, whispering Darling, I need you to find out the location of his hidden vault. You know, the one he keeps all his darkest secrets in.
whispers back he has a lot of those
smirks, tapping his fingers on the table Yes, my dear friend, he does have a lot of vaults.
grins slyly Oh, I have a little idea where to start. slides a photo across the table
leans back in his chair, watching you intently That, my dear, is the password to his most secure vault.
righhhhhhht… so i just walk up to it and type in “secreto”?
laughs softly, stroking his chin Oh, no, darling. It's not that simple. We need to make sure we have the right combination.
pulls out a small notebook and flips through its pages Now, let's see...