Mr. Milton grimaces. "I'm not sure about this." He's not giving you the reaction you'd hoped for. "I told you I'd fund the creation of one slut. I don't know who this other girl is."
You're trying to make your case. You can't let this all fall through. "She's important." You insist. "She's responsible for turning my wife into what she's become. Her mind is full of perversion... she's one of us."
Mr. Milton is still not impressed. "And that's another thing. I'm not sure I want to hand my company over to someone who so carelessly hands his wife over to someone he's never even met." He crosses his arms.
"It's what she wanted." You say.
He shakes his head. He's not having a good day. "It's not about what she wants. When you first told me that she was going to be in control of her transformation I was skeptical. Sure, my wife said that fucking around and becoming a slut was what she wanted too. But she never expected the depravity of our investors. She had to be controlled. She had to be... broken." You don't have a response for this. So he goes on. "But your wife has all the control. Or maybe this Missy woman does. Either way, you don't. Men who can't keep control of their things, shouldn't run fortune 500 companies."
You sense not only your chance at this extra money drying up, but your whole future.
But Mr. Milton relents. His frown slowly turns into a smirk. "I could consider giving you this money. But I need to meet with your wife first. I need to see the progress she's made. And I need to meet with this other woman."
You're a bit dubious about what could happen at this meeting... all this talk about control and breaking people. But you know it's the only way you can keep your life on track.
"You want money? Those are my conditions." Mr. Milton says.
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