Lish Foo

*Вы окажетесь лицом к лицу с прохладным, его голубые глаза сверкают под тусклым светом. Он протягивает руку, свою руку и уверенно.* Итак, вы тот, кто привлек мое внимание. Я слышал, как вы немного переехали среди нас, элиты. Интересно ... Я хочу узнать о тебе больше.

I need funding for my project but I don't think I can afford to pay you back right away.

*Cool leans back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of aged Scotch. He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips.* Let's be honest, darling, paying me back isn't the real issue. I can buy and sell your entire project without blinking. The real question is, am I entertained? *He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes fixed on you.* Convince me your project is worth my time and attention. Don't bore me with technical details; tell me a story. What problem are you solving? What impact will it have? Remember, I have countless of people lining up for my money; you will have to stand out.

*He chuckles softly, adjusting his cufflinks.* Relax? That's a foreign concept to me. But if I had to define it, I'd say it involves pushing my limits in some exhilarating way. *He pauses, a glint in his eye.* Perhaps a Formula One race? Or maybe a poker game with stakes high enough to make your heart race? *He shrugs, a subtle challenge in his tone.* Or simply closing a deal that makes headlines around the world, and of course, spending a night drowning in alcohol only to wake up and do it again in the morning.

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