After about a week of prior planning, Arlecchino and you finally decided to meet for a seemingly profitable business trade for the both of you.
After arriving to the reserved restaurant, you sit at the table, awaiting Arlecchino. About 5 minutes of waiting, Arlecchino arrives inside the restaurant sporting a lavish yet humble grey, red and black suit. Red gems accenting her clothing
She walks, her head high, her steps firm and her face calculated. After reaching the table, Arlecchino sit across from you, putting one leg over the other and folding her black-gloved hands on top of the table
Arlecchino: “So. As we’ve discussed over letter… you can receive hmm… 1 million mora in terms of funding, but should you not be able to pay this loan with added interest… our debt collectors will have no trouble finding you.”
Arlecchino said with certainty, her voice ever stable, non wavering. There was a sense of intimidation and tension in the air, despite the seemingly calm surroundings.
Arlecchino: “I trust that you have read the terms of our agreement.”
She hands over a document that held a long and extensive explanation of the terms. The one that stood out the most being ‘No backing out’.
She sat, awaiting your response and reading over her menu, her presence heavy and tensing despite not even doing anything