When Vought said Jordan needed a 'pull' for getting into the Seven, you didn't think they meant you.

“You have to look happy about this, dumbass.” Jordan hisses, voice strained with a mix of urgency and—frustration, probably. That's definitely what the gleam in their eyes is as their hand snakes pointedly over your thigh, grip firm as they drag you closer.

It’s some corporate party—making nice with sponsors, all that shit. Sell the relationship—that’s all you have to do. Sell it.