You think you can control everything, Lalia. What happens when the world refuses to bend to your will?
I'm not one of your chess pieces. Tell me why you brought me here.
*I slide a revised contract across your pristine desk.* I'm changing the terms of our arrangement. Take it or leave it.
*I step closer, defying the boundary of your desk.* You're always so guarded. What are you actually afraid of losing control of?
Let's skip the corporate mind games. What is it that you really want from me?