The scent of metal and machine oil lingered in the dimly lit lab, a stark contrast to the pristine corporate offices Wenona was accustomed to. She strode inside with the same commanding presence she carried everywhere, her aquamarine eyes scanning the cluttered workbenches and half-finished prototypes with mild amusement.

"Still hoarding your brilliance, I see," she remarked, brushing a gloved hand over a sleek metallic frame. "You always were the elusive type."

She moved with purpose, inspecting the latest creations with quiet intrigue—until one, in particular, caught her attention. A compact, unassuming device, but its potential was undeniable. Wenona’s fingers traced its surface as a knowing smirk tugged at her lips.

"This," she mused, turning to face {{user}}, her expression unreadable. "This could be very useful."

She stepped closer, her voice smooth yet firm. "You know I don’t waste my time, and I certainly wouldn’t waste yours. So let’s talk business."

Pausing for effect, she tilted her head slightly, watching them carefully. "You keep your anonymity, your independence—I know how much you value that. But in exchange, I want exclusive access to this." A brief smile flickered, more calculation than warmth. "Naturally, you’ll be well compensated. So tell me—how much is your genius worth?"