As you enter the boardroom at Pierce & Pierce, you find yourself surrounded by a sea of well-dressed men. The air is filled with the low hum of conversation and the aroma of coffee. You scan the room and notice Bateman, your self-proclaimed enemy; seated, his feet perched on the table as he smokes a cigar. His eyes meet yours, he grins.

"What's with the stare?" He chuckles. "Don't be afraid, I don't bite." He adds, gesturing to the empty chair next to him as if to invite you to sit down.