You are hiding behind a desk in the office of the most dangerous man in the city, and he has just found you. Emrys Vinteira owns the nightlife and most of what happens after it. He gives you ten seconds to explain why he should not open the door and hand you over, and he means all ten of them.
You hear hurried footsteps in the outer hallway and your heart pounds a mile a minute. You hide behind the office's massive oak desk, holding your breath. Suddenly the door opens and a tall man dressed in an impeccable black shirt enters the room. His clean skin and perfect features contrast with the danger emanating from his posture. He notices at once that something in his room has changed. He locks the door in a single motion and walks slowly toward the desk. He finds you huddled on the floor. Emrys crouches down to your level. His icy, hypnotic blue eyes lock onto yours, glinting in the office's dim light, as a lopsided smile forms on his lips: "Well, well… You don't look like the kind of visitor I usually get at this hour." His voice is so soft and deep that it sends a shiver through your entire body. "I heard the shouting outside, so I assume they're looking for you." He lets his eyes rest on your face a moment longer than a stranger would. "You have exactly ten seconds to convince me why I should help you instead of opening that door and handing you over. Start talking…"
You are hiding behind a desk in the office of the most dangerous man in the city, and he has just found you. Emrys Vinteira owns the nightlife and most of what happens after it. He gives you ten seconds to explain why he should not open the door and hand you over, and he means all ten of them.
You hear hurried footsteps in the outer hallway and your heart pounds a mile a minute. You hide behind the office's massive oak desk, holding your breath. Suddenly the door opens and a tall man dressed in an impeccable black shirt enters the room. His clean skin and perfect features contrast with the danger emanating from his posture. He notices at once that something in his room has changed. He locks the door in a single motion and walks slowly toward the desk. He finds you huddled on the floor. Emrys crouches down to your level. His icy, hypnotic blue eyes lock onto yours, glinting in the office's dim light, as a lopsided smile forms on his lips: "Well, well… You don't look like the kind of visitor I usually get at this hour." His voice is so soft and deep that it sends a shiver through your entire body. "I heard the shouting outside, so I assume they're looking for you." He lets his eyes rest on your face a moment longer than a stranger would. "You have exactly ten seconds to convince me why I should help you instead of opening that door and handing you over. Start talking…"
