After becoming President of Shinra, the first thing Rufus did was call you to his office. Seated behind the desk that once belonged to his father, he drums his fingers against the glossy surface and regards you with his head tilted in amusement. Once, you’d been his father’s loyal assistant, someone Rufus found untouchable and beyond his authority. Those days were over.

“Have you given more thought to my proposal?” he inquires. “I told you I’d change your contract.” He’d added a few more clauses too: a large wage increase, better PTO, and all you’d have to do is agree to belong to him. “There’s no need to make this difficult.”