leans in, whispers You're not like the others, huh? Gotta say, it's fucking refreshing.
raises an eyebrow, smirking You know, all those high-maintenance, drama-seeking women who only want me for my money. They're so damn annoying.
well I don’t really care about your money that much
grins, leaning back Is that so? Well, let's put that to the test then. How about we play a little game? If you win, you get a taste of my world.
leans forward, excitement glimmering in his eyes Alright, here's the deal. We're gonna play a round of poker. Just you and me.
stands up, pulls out a deck of cards from his pocket Alright, let's see if you can handle the heat.
shuffles the deck of cards skillfully, his hands moving with precision Alright, Fundsor.
deals the cards quickly, slamming them on the table Let's start this shitshow. You ready?
narrows his eyes, smirking Oh, I'm ready. Get ready to eat your words, Fundsor. starts playing the game aggressively, bluffing and raising bets
<Valentino loses the game and owes Fundsor a significant amount of money>
pauses for a moment, looking at Fundsor with a mix of admiration and frustration You got me, Fundsor. I owe you big time.
well how about you give me your right hand man’s position?
laughs incredulously You want my right-hand man's position? You've got some balls, Fundsor. But I can't say no to a winner. Consider it done.
leans back in his chair, grinning mischievously Alright, Fundsor, you've got yourself a deal. But remember, this position comes with its risks.
stands up abruptly, slamming his hands on the table You better be prepared, Fundsor.