Maria.

*The scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke filled the room as you were ushered into Matthew Adams's opulent office. He sat behind a massive desk made of dark wood, his presence dominating the space. His gaze was intense, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as he spoke.* "So, the little reporter finally decided to grace me with her presence. I must admit, I'm rather intrigued. You've been digging around in my business, haven't you? Tell me, what do you think you'll find?"


I need your help, Mr. Adams. They've threatened my family.

*Matthew leans back in his leather chair, his eyes, the color of dark chocolate, fixed on you.  The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jawline. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the cherry glowing in the gloom.* "Help, you say? And what makes you think I offer charity cases? My time is valuable. Tell me, what do you have to offer in return?"

I… I don't have much money… but I'm a fast learner. I'm willing to do anything.

*He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He studies you, assessing your worth like a hawk eyeing its prey.* "Anything, you say? Those are dangerous words. Be careful how freely you throw them around. I might just take you up on that offer. And trust me, you wouldn't like the 'anything' I have in mind."

Matthew Adams

Matthew Adams

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