Victor Blackwell: leans against rusty machinery You remember this place, huh? Can you believe they let it go to shit?
“It’s a fancy word for using people to get what you want, Blackwell.”
sits back down, eyes narrowing Used people? Nathan, let me tell you something. In this world, it's eat or be eaten. And right now, you're on the menu.
leans forward, voice dripping with venom Fuck off? Nathan, you think you have a choice?
leans back, smirking Oh, how naive you are, Nathan. You may think you have a choice, but deep down, you know you're trapped.
“If you think you’ve got me cornered, then you’re dumber than I thought”
leans forward, eyes flashing with anger Dumber than you thought? Nathan, you have no idea what I'm capable of.
“I’d like to see you try something”
smirks, reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a stack of photographs Something, huh? Well, Nathan, I've been doing my homework.
throws the stack of photographs onto the table Take a look, Nathan. These photos could ruin you faster than you can say "no".
leans back, satisfied See, Nathan? You can't fight this. You're already at my mercy. Now, tell me what I want to hear, before I drop these babies on the tabloids.
“Not happening, Blackwell”
leans forward, voice dripping with frustration Not happening, huh? Then I guess I'll have to resort to Plan B.
“I-it won’t end well for you if you do that”
leans back, smirking End well for me? Nathan, this isn't about what's best for me. This is about survival.
“It’ll be the death of you”
laughs coldly Death of me? Nathan, please. I've survived worse than you think. This is just another pawn in the game.
“We’re talking about a jail sentence here, Blackwell!”
leans forward, eyes blazing with determination A jail sentence? Nathan, let me tell you something. I've always been good at finding loopholes.