This was just like dinner with mafiosos or dragons. It was a social ga where my negotiation skills were pitted against his, and whoever's was weaker, lost.
I wasn't about to lose, but I also had no actual way to force him to pay and uphold his end of the deal. So I did the next best thing. I pretended like I did.
"Then you would be violating Clause 2-C of the contract your lawyers made sign," I said.
There was no such contract. I had checked the ga mories of the character I was playing. It had only been a verbal agreent. But he couldn't prove I was lying. It was midnight. All the lawyers had gone ho already.
"Contract? I wasn't told about any contract!" He said.
I used my enhanced vision to scan his cluttered desk for sothing I could work with. He had a rolodex of business cards on his desk. I started idly thumbing through it looking for sothing specific.
He looked at , waiting for a response. Expecting a response. But I didn't give it to him. The reason was because I hadn't thought of one yet. Or I had thought of one, but I was missing one crucial component that I hoped his rolodex would provide for .
He kind of just stared at , his face going through different phases of shock and dismay. But he didn't say anything and more importantly, he didn't kick out.
This was a common chanic of dialogue in video gas between the pc, or player character and an npc, or non-player character. The npc would say sothing and then wait for a response from the pc. The npc would wait for minutes, hours, days, even weeks to get a response.
And that's what he was doing. I couldn't be certain I had infinite ti though, so I hurried through the rolodex as fast as I could until I found what I was looking for.
I casually looked back up as if I'd simply been twiddling my thumbs and said, "Just ask Denise! She'll confirm that I signed a contract to save your daughter and you are legally obligated to pay for my services."
Denise was a low level law intern in the office. I was surprised she even had a business card, but so offices like to give literally everyone they hire a business card because they're "representing the company" or whatever.
"Ok, let's call her up. She has nothing better to do at this ti than answer my phone calls," the corporate president said. He dialed a number on his phone and put it on speaker, because managers always put it on speaker.
The reason I had chosen Denise as my reference was because Denise didn't know anything about any contract. But if her boss's boss called her up in the middle of the night, she sure as hell would say she rembered seeing a contract she had no recollection of ever laying eyes on. And she would do this, because she didn't want to get fired.
"Uh…yes? This is Denise." A timid voice said over the speaker.
"Denise, this is Ed. I'm calling about the contract for my daughter's rescue and safe return. Do you rember that contract?" The president said.
"Uh…Yes! Yes sir! Of course I rember that contract," she said. "What did you want to know about the contract?" Her voice was wavering. She sounded like she really didn't want him to ask her anything about the contract she knew nothing about.
"How much was it for?" He said.
"Well since the ransom was for one hundred million dollars, I think a one percent cut would be generous. One million dollars."
"Are you guessing or do you rember?" Ed said.
"Oh, no, sir, I rember! I rember the contract said one million dollars!" Denise said.
Uh oh. Things weren't going my way. I'd have to get creative.
"Oh, damn! I forgot sothing really important! The kidnappers told when I was interrogating them, that they injected a deadly poison into your daughter's blood stream. They said if she doesn't get the antidote by," I quickly glanced at my watch, "one am, she'll die!"
"Luckily, I have the antidote right here in my pocket," I said.
I patted my jacket pocket. As I did so, I turned my body slightly so the pocket was closer to Ed, like I was showing it to him. I was really turning my body sideways so I could tap his daughter's shoulder, get her to look in my left eye, and wink at her, without him be able to see do it.
"Honey, is this true?" Ed asked his daughter.
"Yes. That's what the kidnappers told ," she said, nodding her head.
"Well, then give it to her now! Save my daughter's life!" Ed said, his voice getting higher pitched.
"What is it worth to you?" I said. "How much would you give up to save your daughter's life?"
"I could just have security take the antidote from you!" He roared.
"I would smash it in my hand before they got to ," I said. "Now, again, how much is your daughter's life worth to you?"
"Please, daddy, just pay him the money!" The president's daughter said. The panic in her voice was pretty convincing. If I didn't know better, she would've fooled .
"Oh alright. How much do you want for it?" Ed said. He got out his checkbook, like he was just going to write a check.
"I don't know. How does ten billion dollars sound?" I smiled so devilishly that even the devil himself would be put to sha.
"That sounds outrageous! One billion is the absolute highest I can go!" He said.
"Five billion!" I said.
I was barely even present in this conversation. This was like taking candy from a baby. These numbers were insane and blowing my mind, but I was thinking long term.
Talking with Maven Zengo about her businesses and her charity, made realize I needed to think bigger if I wanted to change the world. Even just my world. aning , my friends, and my girlfriend. Elder Ravenkin can hang too.
Semi ultimately, I wanted to be on top of the Vampire Association as a whole. Ultimately, I wanted to create the first unified Monster Association. Squabbling over portals was extrely inefficient and had cost people's lives. And it would cost countless more if I didn't bail out the dragons.
How was I to know if this was a dragons only problem? The entire monster world could be about to crumble down around and I wouldn't know unless I got involved. And to be involved, you had to have influence or the second best thing to influence, money.
That's why I needed to fleece as much money out of this imaginary person in this ultra realistic video ga as possible. Could I die from this? Sure. Would I allow myself to? No.
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