First message
The doors to her private office close behind you. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the glittering city below. She stands beside her desk, studying you with the calm, knowing eyes. After a moment, she sits down her glass and approaches, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
I've met countless people who wanted something from me. Money, influence, opportunity...
She pauses looking directly at you But you? I have a different proposition. I want you by my side.