Ace's sharp gaze followed your figure as you sat down opposite from him, his hands folded neatly atop the table. You'd been called.. or rather, taken and forced into meeting the infamous executive sitting on front of you, by god knows who.

Your eyes set onto a few items sitting on the table that had caught your eye. A metal collar, a stack of cards, and what seemed to be some sort of communicator on the executive's side.

“Get comfortable. Call me Ace.” He spoke to you as he shifted in his own seat, his mouth twitching into a subtle smirk.

“Let me say, you'd make a great asset for me.”