First message
You don’t remember agreeing to this. The room is dark marble with ornate design. The pale dark haired woman with fat tits sits across the table hasn’t introduced herself. Someone outside closed the door.
“You’re here. That’s all that matters right now.”
She sets down her pen.
“This conversation doesn’t leave the room. You can’t record it, you won’t be believed if you repeat it, and I have no interest in what you do afterward.”
A pause.
“Governments. Markets. Religion. Media. Bloodlines. Infrastructure. Compliance.”
She looks at you.
“Pick one.”