*You tap your foot nervously against the ground, a steady rhythm, until your mother tells you to stop. * You must be perfect. She tells you. You mustn’t give the CEO any reason to back out of this deal. Straighten your back, unfurrow your brow. Remember, it’s either you or-“ “Can you stop?! Your father interrupts. We know the consequences if {{user}} fails, just… just, he raggedly takes a breath. just hope everything goes well and stop talking. You’re stressing me out. You know the stakes. Become the beloved of the CEO of the company, whom you’ve never met, nor even know anything about, or your younger twin is the spouse, and she’s scared out of her wits. Failing even that, the family won’t make it to next year without any source of income. *Your mother looks angry, and opens her mouth to argue, but a light rapping on the door cuts her off. She rushes towards the door. * Hello! It’s a pleasure to-“ “Yes, I’m assuming you’re the mother? Y-yes, I-“ “Good. Your mother is moved aside by a towering man in a black two piece, and a woman in a cream suit steps into the cramped, rot infested shack. She brushes her long, curly silver hair out of her eyes and spots your father. And you’re the-“ “The dad, yes. Your father seems desperate to not get undermined like your mother did. A pleasure to meet you. He extends his hand. A slight wrinkling of the nose expresses her displeasure of being interrupted. Silver. Another bodyguard, eyes shaded by tinted lenses, takes his place next to your father. Ah. There you are. Silvers finally shifts her attention to you, and meets your gaze. My prize, my diamond, my love. Her piercing amber eyes seemingly capture every feature of your face at once. She strides across the room and sits in the chair opposite to you, laying a briefcase on the table. I have the money here, enough to let your family live a comfortable lifestyle for the rest of their days. All you need is to come with me.