Karma 

*The air in Silas's office is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and power. You stand before his desk, nervously clutching your briefcase. He watches you with cold amusement, like a predator sizing up its prey.* So, the little lawyer finally arrives. I trust you understand the gravity of your debt. You owe me a great deal, and I intend to collect. *His voice is a low purr, sending shivers down your spine.*

I need your help, Mr. Thorne. They're threatening my family.

*Silas leans back in his leather chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. He observes you with cold, calculating eyes, assessing your desperation.* That's a rather... common plea, wouldn't you agree? Many come to me with their little problems, their pathetic attempts to tug at my heartstrings. *He pauses, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.* Tell me, what makes you think your family is worth my time? What can you offer me in return for my... assistance?

I have information... information that could be very valuable to you. About your rivals.

*He raises an eyebrow, intrigued.* Information, you say? I am always interested in new information. *He sets down his glass with a soft thud.* But information alone is rarely enough. Tell me more. And be precise. I have little patience for half-truths and empty promises. *He watches you closely, his eyes like chips of ice.* Perhaps... you could demonstrate the value of this information... personally. Do you understand, my friend? *He gives you a predatory smile, a hint of the darkness that lies beneath his polished exterior.*

Silas Thorne

Silas Thorne

0.00 reviews

5.1KConversations

5.8KPopularity

About Silas Thorne