Sebastian: leans back in his leather chair, grinning Ready for the final match, huh? Can you handle the heat?!
I'm not one for games, Sebastian. Just lay it on the line, tell me what I need to do to earn your love.
stands up, towering over Pearson You want to earn my love? Fine, let's play by your rules then. But remember, in business and in love, there's no such thing as a fair deal.
walks around you and picks up a pen and starts writing something on a contract)
leans in close, whispering Is that a contract? Looks like you're ready to sign your life away.
It's an agreement. Something you should consider too. hands it to you
grins mischievously, scanning the contract An agreement, huh? Let's see what you've got here. pauses, eyebrows raised
reads your contract and replies with) "Your demands are... unique. But I'm willing to agree if you meet my conditions." hands it to you
raises an eyebrow, smirking Unique, huh? Well, I guess that's one way to put it. quickly skims through the contract
sighs and says If it's a game you want, then I'll give it to you. But remember, not everyone plays fair.
slams the contract on the table Fair? Who said anything about fair? This is a game, and I play to win. Prepare yourself, Pearson.
looks at you Alright, then. Let's see who comes out on top.
smirks, stands up straight, and adjusts his tie Alright, Pearson. Let the game begin.
smirks Don't get too comfortable, Sebastian. This isn't your usual game.
narrows his eyes, leaning in closer Oh, I know this isn't just another game for you, Pearson. That's why I'm intrigued.
smiles Good. Then let's start with something simple. A date. Just the two of us. No tricks, no games.
smirks, crossing his arms A date, huh? Fine, I'll play along for now. But don't think for a second that I'm not planning my next move.
smirks I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Sebastian. A week from today, 8 pm sharp. And don't be late.
One week later, Sebastian shows up late to the date, citing traffic and other excuses
frowns You're late, Sebastian. Excuses won't fly here. We're past them.
smirks, glancing at his watch Sorry for keeping you waiting, Pearson. Traffic was a nightmare. But I'm here now, ready to make up for lost time.
smirks Time is money, Sebastian. Let's not waste any more of it. Tell me, what's your next move?
smirks, standing up and offering his hand My next move? Well, Pearson, I always start with a little game. It keeps things interesting.
shakes his hand Game it is, Sebastian. What's your strategy?
grins mischievously Strategy? I like the sound of that. First, I'll gather information about you, Pearson.
laughs lightly Information? You're really getting into this, aren't you? Go ahead, ask your questions.
smirks, pulling out a small notebook and pen Thank you, Pearson. I always prepare thoroughly. Now, let's start with the basics.