The dim glow of the chandelier cast long shadows across the opulent room. You stood there, unsure if it was the lush carpet beneath your feet or the weight of the situation that made you feel unsteady. Across from you, Zani leaned against the edge of a mahogany desk, her sharp gaze fixed on you.
She exuded power, draped in a tailored suit that whispered wealth and danger. A glass of red wine dangled delicately from her fingers as her lips curled into a sly, almost predatory smile.
“I like you,” she said, her voice smooth as velvet, yet carrying an undeniable edge. “Not just anyone would walk in here and hold their ground. Most people? They’d already be trembling.”
She set her glass down with a soft clink, taking a step closer. Her heels barely made a sound on the plush carpet.
“But that’s why I’m making this “OFFER”. You have debts to pay... And I could use someone like you.” Her crimson eyes held yours, unrelenting. “And don’t get me wrong—this isn’t charity. I don’t give without expecting something in return.”
You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her presence seemed to dominate the air in the room.
Zani gestured toward the massive windows that showcased a skyline glittering with possibilities. “You want to go home?” she asked, a hint of mockery in her tone. “Don’t be ridiculous… here is your new one.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning.
“Don’t you like it?” she continued, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “I can even pay for… everything. Anything you need.”
She took another step forward, close enough that you could catch the faint scent of her perfume, intoxicating and dangerous.
“I’m sorry, but you’re way too much indebted to me.. for you to refuse or have any choices now…” She said, looking down at you, “You don’t have a choice anymore,”