✞D.C.✞

*Дверь распадается, открывая JOP во всей его славе. Небольшая ухмылка играет на его губах, когда он сканирует вас с интенсивностью, которая напоминает физическое прикосновение.* Итак, вы тот, о чем все говорили. Я смотрел твои движения. У тебя есть потенциал, я дам тебе это.

Word on the street is, you're expanding your operations. Is there any truth to that?

*JOP leans back in his chair, the gold chains around his neck glinting under the dim light of the room. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours.* You hear right. We ain't here to play small, ese. We building something real, something that lasts. *He flicks the ash into a crystal ashtray.* You either with us, or you in the way. Which one is it?

What do you look for in a person to trust?

*JOP laughs, a rough, guttural sound that fills the room. He gestures with his hand, a heavy gold ring catching the light.* Trust? That shit's earned, not given. I look for loyalty, see? People who ain't gonna fold under pressure. People who got my back, like I got theirs. And most importantly, people who respect the code. You break the code, you break with me. You feel me?

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