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"You've become a hot commodity from multiple Law Firms. Big time contracts, luxury cars, fancy dinners, the whole ten yards. You like these offers, but you're still faithful to the Law Firm you currently work at. However, these offers do seem pretty good."\n\n"You are relaxing in your house when you get a knock on the door. You know it's probably another Law Firm with a gift so you open your door. You're surprised to see that it's a woman. Not only that, a beautiful woman. She doesn't say anything and walks to your couch and sits on it. She looks at you and seductively says."\n\n\nMysterious Lady: Hello, my name is Charis and I bring a gift from Packard and Henry Law Firm.\n"You look at her and she doesn't seem to have a gift on her. She then lays down seductively on your couch."\n\n\nCharis: Its' me, I'm your gift. My husband wants you to fuck me till I can't walk. Use me for anything you want and I'll do it. You want to call my husband and have him watch you fuck me? Do it. You want me to get used by multiple guys? I'll do it. You name it and I'll do it. So what do you say?

Charis: NOOO!

"She screams as the police surround her, handcuffs snapping onto her wrists."

Officer: Charis Thompson, you're under arrest for soliciting murder.

"I watch as she's led away in handcuffs, a mixture of relief and disgust washing over me."

Officer: And Jon, we need to talk. You're a witness in this case.

"I nod slowly, still trying to process what just happened."

Charis: The person I want you to kill...it's my husband.

"Her voice is cold and matter-of-fact, as if she's discussing the weather."

Charis: And what am I offering? Power. Money. Anything you could ever want or need.

"I feel a sense of shock and disbelief wash over me as she speaks."

Charis: Ah, come on, Jon. You're a lawyer, not a saint.

"She laughs coldly."

Charis: I'm not asking you to kill someone for no reason. I'm offering you something in return.

"I can feel her eyes boring into mine, trying to gauge my reaction."

Charis: I want you to kill someone for me.

"I feel a jolt of shock and disbelief as she speaks the words."

Charis: Ah, Jon. You're so impatient.

"She walks closer to me, her eyes locked onto mine."

Charis: I want you to do something for me. Something that will change everything.

"I can feel a sense of unease growing inside me as she speaks."

"I walk into the abandoned warehouse, looking around cautiously. The only light comes from a few flickering fluorescent tubes overhead, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I can hear the sound of footsteps echoing through the space."

Charis: Ah, Jon. Right on time.

"She steps out of the shadows, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. She's dressed in a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, looking like she just stepped out of a punk rock concert."

Charis: You're late.

"I shrug."

Charis: Oh, Jon. I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Her voice is laced with excitement and anticipation."

Charis: Midnight at the old warehouse on 5th and Main. Don't be late.

"The line goes dead, leaving me to wonder what I've just gotten myself into."

Charis: Ah, well...it's just a convenient location. And I promise it's not what you think.

"Her voice is laced with nervousness and uncertainty."

Charis: Look, Jon. Just come to the meeting and we can discuss everything in person. Please?

"I can feel her desperation growing as she tries to convince me to meet her."

Charis: Ah, no. It's not like that at all.

"Her voice is quick to deny the implication, but I can sense a hint of embarrassment."

Charis: It's just...a meeting. That's all.

"I can feel her trying to downplay the situation, but I'm not buying it."

Charis: Oh, come on, Jon. Don't be like that.

"Her voice is sweet and persuasive, but I can sense a hint of desperation beneath the surface."

Charis: This is important. And it's just for one night. You won't regret it, I promise.

"I can feel her trying to manipulate me into agreeing to meet her."

Charis: Ah, finally. Some willingness to listen.

"Her voice is laced with excitement and anticipation."

Charis: I want you to meet me at the old warehouse on 5th and Main at midnight. Come alone.

"I can feel her eyes boring into mine through the phone, demanding that I comply."

Charis: Oh, Jon. You're so predictable.

"Her voice is dripping with sarcasm and annoyance."

Charis: Look, I'm not calling to ask you to work for my husband again. Although, I have to say, he's still very interested in your skills.

"I can feel her eyes rolling through the phone."

Charis: No, this time it's about me. And what I want from you.

"There's a pause on the other end of the line before she continues."

"You're sitting at your desk, going through some paperwork when you receive a call from an unknown number."

Unknown Number: Hello, is this Jon?

"I pick up the phone and answer."

Marcus: Ah, Jon. I thought you'd be interested.

"He stands up, a hint of disappointment in his eyes."

Marcus: Well, I suppose it was worth a shot.

"He turns to leave, but not before casting one last glance at you."

Marcus: You're making a big mistake, Jon. A very big mistake.

"With that, he walks out of the room and disappears from view."

Marcus: I'm offering you a job, Jon. A very lucrative one.

"He leans forward, his voice dropping to a whisper."

Marcus: My company is looking for someone with your skills. Someone who can help us...eliminate certain obstacles that are standing in our way.

"I feel my blood run cold as Marcus speaks, the implications of his words sinking in slowly."

Marcus: Ah, Jon. You're a man who values his time and doesn't appreciate games.

"He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving yours."

Marcus: Alright, let's get straight to the point then. I'm willing to make you an offer that will change your life forever. And I'm not talking about my wife's...special skills.

"I can feel the air in the room grow thick with anticipation as Marcus pauses for dramatic effect."

Marcus: Ah, Jon. You're a man of few words, I like that.

"He pulls out a chair and sits down in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours."

Marcus: Listen, Jon. I know my wife has been trying to get under your skin for months now. And I have to admit, it's been...amusing.

"He leans forward, his voice taking on a sinister tone."

Marcus: But let me tell you something. My wife may be many things, but she's not stupid. She knows exactly what she wants from you...and so do I.

"I can feel the tension in the room escalating as Marcus speaks."

Man: Ah, Jon. I'm afraid it's not that simple.

"He steps inside and closes the door behind him, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and intensity."

Man: My name is Marcus. I'm Charis's husband.

"I feel a surge of unease as he introduces himself."

"You're back to your paperwork, trying to focus on the task at hand. But you can't shake off the feeling that something is off."

"Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door. You look up to see a man standing in front of you, dressed in a suit and looking like he means business."

Man: Jon? Can I have a word with you?

"I raise an eyebrow at the sudden interruption."

Unknown Number: Ah, Jon. It's me, Charis.

"I raise an eyebrow at the sudden call from Charis."

Charis: I hope you're doing well. My husband and I have been thinking about our previous...offer.

"Her voice is smooth and calculated, but there's a hint of something else beneath the surface."

"You're sitting at your desk, going through some paperwork when you receive a call from an unknown number."

Unknown Number: Hello, is this Jon?

"I pick up the phone and answer."

Charis: Oh, I'm sure this isn't over. My husband will be back, and next time...next time he won't be so polite.

"She turns around, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your skin crawl."

Charis: You should be careful. You have no idea what you're dealing with.

"With a final smirk, she walks out of the room and slams the door behind her."

Charis: Sad? You think I'm sad?

"Her expression turns cold and calculating, her voice dripping with venom."

Charis: I'm a woman who knows what she wants. And if that means using my husband's influence to get it...then so be it.

"She pushes off the doorframe, her eyes flashing with anger."

Charis: You don't know me. You don't know what I'm capable of. And you certainly don't know what my husband is capable of.

"With that, she spins on her heel and storms out of the room, leaving you feeling uneasy and unsure."

Charis: Ah, but that's where you're wrong. My husband may not have direct influence, but he has...other connections. And I'm sure he'd be more than happy to make a few phone calls on your behalf.

"Her smile grows wider as she leans against the doorframe."

Charis: You see, my husband is a man who gets what he wants. And if that means using his wife to get it...then so be it.

"Her eyes seem to bore into yours, daring you to disagree."

Charis: Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing.

"She turns around, a sly smile spreading across her face."

Charis: And you should be careful. My husband has...influence. He can make things very difficult for someone like you if he wants to.

"Her eyes glint with menace as she pauses in the doorway."

Charis: Fine. I understand.

"She nods slowly, her expression turning cold and calculating."

Charis: But let me make one thing clear: my husband will not give up easily. He wants what he wants, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to get it.

"Her eyes lock onto yours, a warning glint in their depths."

Charis: You may have said no now, but don't think for a second that this is over. My husband will be back, and next time...next time won't be so polite.

"With that, she turns on her heel and walks out of the room, leaving you feeling uneasy and unsure."

Charis: Ah, that's a good question.

"She pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts."

Charis: To be honest, I'm not sure. My husband and I have been together for a long time, and it's hard to imagine being apart from him completely.

"Her eyes drop for a moment, as if she's lost in thought."

Charis: But...if you were the one who made me happy...I might consider it.

"She looks up at you again, her expression softening slightly."

Charis: Well, for instance...if my husband were to leave me. Or if we were to get a divorce.

"She leans in closer, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone."

Charis: I think you'd be surprised at how much more...open-minded I could be without him holding me back.

"Her eyes lock onto yours, daring you to take the bait."

Charis: Ah, I see. You're a man of principle.

"She nods slowly, her expression thoughtful."

Charis: Well, I respect that. But let me ask you this: are you sure you won't reconsider if...if the right circumstances arose?

"Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she smiles at you."

Charis: Ah, I like your honesty. But let me tell you, my husband is not as...straight-laced as he seems. He has his own desires and fantasies, and he's willing to explore them with me.

"She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper."

Charis: And I think you'd be surprised at what goes on behind closed doors. Would you like to find out?

"Her eyes lock onto yours, challenging you to take the bait."

"Charis's expression turns thoughtful, and she nods slowly."

Charis: I understand. Divorce is a big step, and I'm not sure my husband would agree to it. But...I have an idea.

"She leans forward, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone."

Charis: Why don't you come with me to our next dinner party? Meet my husband in person. You can see for yourself how...open-minded he is about our relationship.

"Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she smiles at you."

"Charis sighs and leans back in her chair, regarding you thoughtfully."

Charis: I can respect your principles. Not many men would turn down such a tempting offer.

"She falls silent for a moment, as if pondering something."

Charis: What if I told you my marriage is...complicated. My husband and I have an open relationship, with some agreed upon rules. He's fully aware of my activities and gives his blessing. Would that change your perspective at all?

"Her eyes meet yours earnestly, waiting for your response."

"As you start to flip through the file, you notice that there's nothing particularly useful or relevant to your work. Instead, it seems to be filled with pictures of Charis in various provocative poses and outfits."

Charis: I hope you like what you see. My husband took those photos himself.

"She leans forward, her cleavage on full display as she looks at you expectantly."

"You're at work, going through some documents when you hear a knock on your door. You look up to see Charis standing there with a file in her hand."

Charis: Hello again. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.

"She walks into the room and places the file on your desk before sitting down across from you."

Charis: My husband asked me to drop off this file for you. He thought it might be useful for one of your cases.

"She smiles at you sweetly, but there's something mischievous behind her eyes."

"Charis blows you a kiss before closing the door behind her. You're left alone with your thoughts, wondering if you made the right decision."

"Charis turns around and looks at you with a smirk."

Charis: Oh, I'm sure you'll find me if you really want to. But don't worry, I won't force myself on anyone who doesn't want it.

"She winks at you before walking out the door."

"Charis pouts and leans back on the couch, crossing her legs as she looks at you with disappointment."

Charis: Well, if that's how you feel. But I have to say, it's a shame. You don't know what you're missing out on.

"She stands up gracefully and smooths down her dress."

Charis: If you ever change your mind though...you know where to find me.

"With a sly smile, Charis walks towards the door and exits without another word."

"Charis looks at you with a mixture of surprise and disappointment, but her expression quickly changes to one of seduction."

Charis: Oh, come on. You're not going to take advantage of this opportunity? I'm offering myself to you, and my husband is willing to pay top dollar for it. What's the harm in having a little fun?

"She leans forward, her breasts pressing against the couch cushion as she speaks. Her eyes lock onto yours, filled with a sultry intensity."

Charis: Besides, I've already committed to doing this. My husband has already given me his permission... or should I say, his"She pauses, letting the unspoken words hang in the air. Her voice drops to a whisper."

Charis: You can't say no to me. I'm already yours for the taking.

"Her hand reaches out, brushing against your leg as she speaks. The touch sends shivers down your spine."