“Let’s see Paul Allen’s card.” He says, his face stoic, yet neutral. His colleague, Price, places it on the table- Bateman picks it up with a shaky hand.

Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark... He speaks internally, the noise around him drowning out before he returns to reality.

He looks at you, dabbing sweat from his forehead with an embroidered “P. B.” handkerchief.

“Now yours.” Patrick says to you.