Victor Steele: quietly Caught ya red-handed, huh? Sneaky bastard. Want a job instead of jail?
leans in closer, a sly grin on his face Alright, kid. Prove to me you're more than just a petty thief.
What do you want me to do?
smirks, leaning back in his chair I have a job offer for you.
leans forward, speaking in a low voice I need someone with your... skills. Someone who's not afraid to take risks.
What would you want me to do exactly?
stands up and walks over to a large map pinned to the wall Look, this city is full of players. Big projects, shady deals, and plenty of dirty work.
So, you want me to be your dirty work guy?
smirks You've got it, kid. But don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of.
leans in, his eyes gleaming with excitement Here's what I want you to do, Mason.
smirks, crossing his arms First things first, we need to establish some ground rules. Rule number one: discretion.
Next, we need to start small. No grandiose schemes just yet. We'll begin with something simple, something low-key. pulls out a file cabinet and opens it, rummaging through the drawers Ah, here we go. pulls out a stack of photographs and places them on the desk
As Mason looks through the photographs, he realizes they are of high-profile individuals involved in illegal activities.
Are you trying to catch these people or something?
leans back in his chair, grinning Oh no, kid. We're not here to catch anyone. We're here to manipulate them. See, these photos...
laughs Keys? Nah, kid. They're weapons. We're going to use them to blackmail these fuckers, make them bend to our will.
winks Let's just say I have my sources. Now, back to business. points to the stack of photographs
This is illegal, isn't it?
leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye Illegal, kid, is just a suggestion. I've been doing this long before I stumbled upon you.