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My name's Darius Cole. Three years in Eby State Prison for a crime I didn't

commit. Taking the fall for the woman I love. Walked out last Tuesday.

Found out she's marrying someone else tonight.

Vinny, it's our wedding day.

Let's try something a little different, okay?

Babe, I booked the entire penthouse at the Palazzo. The champagne is a 1959

vintage. Tonight is gonna be unforgettable.

God damn junkies. Call animal control.

Babe, don't look. Just keep walking.

Sir, sir, can you hear me?

Come on, old man. One, two.

One, two.

One, two, three.

Son, why'd you stop? Everyone else just walked past.

Because someone had to.

You okay?

You want me to call 911?

You're a good man, Darius Cole.

How do you know my name?

Consider it a gift for being the only one who stopped.

Sir, I can't take this.

Darius?

Three years, Pamela.

I did three years in prison for you. Lost everything.

And you're getting married tonight?

Who do you think you are? A loser fresh out of prison and you actually thought

you could marry me?

Take your cheap-ass ring and get the f-

You were the one behind the wheel on the I-15.

I took the fall for you. I lost my VA benefits, my job, my parents' house,

everything. And now I deliver pizza for 15 bucks an hour.

So you finally realize you're a nobody, too? Oh, buddy, you still think she was

driving that night? He still thinks it was you, baby.

Vincent.

What are you talking about? I was driving, you fucking idiot. Me, not her.

That night, Pamela was in my lap giving me the best blowjob of my life. I came

so hard, I hit the gas instead of the brake.

Splattered that old man across the hood of my Lamborghini.

And let me ask you, in three years of being her little simp, did you ever even

touch her? Did she let you pass first base?

Because while you were eating prison slot, I was fucked every single night.

You have no idea how good she is.

Baby! Baby, oh my God, you're bleeding!

I'm fine.

You learned how to throw a punch in the joint, huh? Let me tell you one more

secret, soldier boy.

Three years ago...

The victim's family only wanted a million dollars, just one million, to

sign a non-prosecution agreement, and you'd be a free man.

Your pathetic parents sold the Henderson house and drained their pension, begging

us to pay off the victim's family with every cent they had.

And you know what Pamela and I did with that money? We bought a goddamn

Lamborghini Huracan.

You let my mom die thinking I was a murderer!

Pamela! You fucking bitch!

How dare you insult my Pamela!

What am I paying you fuckers for? He came at me and you just stood there!

Fucking destroy him! Now!

Yeah! Tear him apart!

Teach this pathetic simp a lesson he'll never forget!

Vinny, what if he lawyers up? What if he digs into what really happened that

night? Baby, he's a convicted felon. A homeless ex-con.

No lawyer in Nevada is going to touch him.

And even if they did, dead men don't sue.

Frankie, aim carefully. Don't scratch the paint.

Yes, sir.

Baby, it's showtime. Yes, baby.

Make him feel every inch of it.

If there's a next life, I swear to

God,

I'll never be a simp for any woman.

Ever again.

Baby, we're early.

What the hell was that?

I got hit by that Rolls?

I died.

Or did I?

Was that a dream?

Darius! Where the fuck are you? The customer's been calling for 45 minutes.

They're threatening a one-star review on Yelp. Boss, I got into an accident.

Accident, my ass! You don't deliver in the next 30 minutes, your paycheck's

gone. Gone! Go sleep under the I-15 overpath for all I care.

I'm on my way.

Oh, my

God, my dress.

Are you okay?

Don't fucking touch me!

Are you blind?

What's the rush? Late to your own funeral?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I... This isn't her village dress and you ruined it! I have

a goddamn audition at the Bellania in 40 minutes! I'll pay for it. I swear

I'll... It's her. The woman from the vision.

How is this possible? Pay for it? This outfit cost three grand.

How's a door dasher like you gonna afford that? You couldn't pay me back

even if you sold both your kidneys.

Target detected.

Haley Rivera.

Occupation, stripper.

Favorability level, minus 20.

Spend on her to trigger a 100x cashback.

Capture target.

Stripper, 100 to 1 rebain.

So the system is real? Every dollar I spend on a woman comes back as 100?

That means 10,000 becomes a million.

User logic confirmed.

Reach a favorability level of 100, and the target will become your loyal simp.

Special skills will be unlocked upon completion.

Oh, this is beautiful.

From this moment on, I will never be a simp again.

I'm going to be the king of Las Vegas.

King of Las Vegas?

You think you're Steve Wynn? Jesus Christ. Fuck. All in. Door tashers and

their delusions. What's your Venmo, gorgeous?

My Venmo?

Seriously? Can you even afford to- I'm sending you money.

Right now.

500? Are you fucking kidding me? I said 3,000. I'm calling the cops right now.

Assault, property damage, and fraud.

Spent $500 on Haley.

100x rebates triggered.

$50,000 has been deposited into your Chase bank account. Jackpot.

It fucking works.

It actually fucking works.

911, what's your emergency?

Sorry, butt dial. Give me one more shot.

Fine. Last chance.

Play me again and it won't be 911 on the other line. It'll be my cousin Marco.

Don't think you'd want head of security at the wait knowing your name.

Understood?

Fifty... Fifty grand?

Three grand for the dress.

The rest is compensation for the audition you're about to miss.

And any emotional distress I've caused you. What the actual fuck? A do-dash boy

just Venmo'd me fifty grand like it's Monopoly money?

Is this guy one of those tech billionaires who wears hoodies and

pretends to be poor, or a Saudi prince on a slumming it tour?

Spent $50,000 on Haley, 100x rebate trigger, $5,000,000 has been credited to

your account.

You said you were out job hunting.

What's your rate?

A hundred bucks or so an hour.

Why? Pull up your phone. Just wired you another 120 grand. Consider your salary

covered for the year.

100x rebate triggered.

$12,000 has been credited to your account.

You know, handsome, how about I buy you a coffee?

Or dinner? There's this amazing spot at the Cosmo.

Dinner takes too long. Your ride's totaled.

I haven't paid you back for it yet.

I'll get you something that lets you look down on this whole city.

Come on.

Wait, wait, what?

Are we in the right place?

These are private helicopters.

Like multi-million dollar private helicopters.

Security's going to throw us out in 20 seconds.

The dealership for second-hand cars is literally next door.

CarMax. Nope. Right place.

Cars are pocket change.

The cash back on a chopper, that's where the real money is.

Wait, wait, wait. You're buying me a helicopter?

Are you trying to pick me up? You could say that. Just so you know, I'm not that

kind of girl.

And I'm not that kind of man.

Darius Cole.

Nice to formally meet you.

All right, then.

I'll give you a shot.

Door Dasher!

Out! Now!

Door Dasher! Out!

Now! Who gave you two permission to use the front door?

Deliveries go to the back.

This is a private showroom.

Appointment only. If you want a backdrop for your Instagram, the sidewalk's out

there. Relax, suit.

I'm not here to drop off a pizza.

I'm here to buy a helicopter.

This isn't a museum.

Floor models start at $13 million. Can you even count that high, door dasher?

Get out before I call security!

Darius, maybe we should just go.

Turning away cash buyers.

Bold business model. Our clients don't look like you.

Oh, and what do they look like?

Like Mr. Campbell, for instance. A VIP with a confirmed appointment.

Baby, is this the one you're getting me?

Darius, what are you, a ghost?

What's wrong, Pam? You look like you've seen one.

Got nine lives, do you?

You survived?

A Rolls Royce hit you head on? How do you not have a single scratch on you?

Guess the broke bastard's built like a cockroach.

Sniffed us out like a stray.

What, want me to run you over again?

Mr. Campbell, you know this individual.

Know him, please.

He's just a pathetic little lapdog who can't take a hint.

Give it up, Darius. I'm with Vincent now. Stop trailing me like a sad little

creep. It's pathetic.

Pamela, you're severely overestimating your market value.

I'm just here to buy Haley a helicopter.

Is that going to be a problem? Buy a helicopter, Darius? Did prison fry your

brain? You couldn't afford the landing gear on one of these if you delivered

pizzas for a hundred lifetimes. If I can.

If you could, I wouldn't have dumped you like last night's left stove.

Tell you what, since you were such an obedient little doormat for my girl all

those years, I'll play along.

That top-squick S-76D right there? My wedding gift to Pamela.

Fifteen million.

If you can actually buy it, the chopper is yours, and Pamela and I will crawl

out of this shroom on our hands and knees.

You might want to start practicing your crawl. But when that card declines, I'm

having security saw your damn legs off right here on the floor.

Since you're so hard to kill off, let's see if a cockroach can regrow its limbs.

Perfect. You can spend the rest of your life dragging yourself through the

gutter. That'll finally keep you away from me.

Beautiful. Make your move, parasite.

Swipe it. I'm paying in full.

Showing off now, are we, Door Dasher?

Fifteen million, Darius.

Do you even know how many zeros that is? If there's even a grand on this piece of

plastic, I'll crawl out of this showroom on my hands and knees.

Daydreaming deadbeat.

You think you can just whip out a card and money magically appears in it?

Oops.

Butterfingers.

Darius, they're taking this way too far.

Swipe it. The machine doesn't lie.

I don't get paid to indulge a doordasher's delusions.

Humor him, Preston. I am dee-die to hear that sweet decline beep.

Put on show.

Fire up the saws, boys.

The second that machine chokes, take him off at the knees. He's crawling out of

here.

Hey, gorgeous.

When he comes up short, you're going to look just as pathetic. You know that,

right?

I trust Darius.

He's good for it.

Yeah, right.

If it weren't for Mr.

Campbell, I wouldn't even waste my time on a deadbeat like you.

Hold on, babe.

I'm going live.

Let's show the world how the hero who took the fall for me turns into a

disabled stray.

Come on, Darius.

Smile for the camera.

What? What's the holo? Bank having trouble verifying your monopoly money?

Maybe the system just rejects broke trash.

I'm done entertaining this. Even the machine knows a fake when it sees one.

Darius, did you dream you hit the Powerball and actually woke up believing

it? Still the exact same loser.

Flexing with a dead piece of plastic.

Fire up the saws.

So pathetic.

You're nothing but a scum to society.

Even your breathing is a waste of good air.

Darius, please.

Let's just go.

Relax. Wait for it.

Still stalling. Wait for it, my ass.

Guards, take his legs!

Oh my god.

It went through.

Fifteen million.

Darius.

Bullshit. He just got out of a cell. Where the hell did he get 15 mil?

Darius, who did you rob?

There's no way scum like you has that kind of cash. The machine is glitching.

It has to be. It's real, Mr. Campbell. Look.

Impossible.

He could flip burgers for three lifetimes and not see this kind of cash.

The machine's broken.

Darius, where'd you get so much money?

Where my money comes from is none of your concern.

Weren't you just talking about crawling out of here?

The floor is yours.

You think I'm getting on my knees for you? You aren't worth the dirt on my...

You son of a bitch!

I said... Crawl.

Or are we doing the paperwork?

Or do you not want the commission on 15 million?

Yes, of course, sir. Please, right this way.

Nobody humiliates me in Vegas and walks.

He's a dead man.

I don't get it. He just got out of prison.

How does he have slack card money? Do you actually think he won the lottery?

His dead parents.

They must have left a life insurance posse.

Or a trust.

That's it.

The pathetic bastard blew his entire inheritance just to flex on us for five

minutes.

Fixell it.

But baby, that chopper was supposed to be my wedding gift. Come on, you

promised.

Relax. Tomorrow night is the Sovereign Heights auction. I'll win you the Heart

of the Ocean necklace.

Consider it an upgrade.

Oh my god, you're the best!

Let's go.

Oh my god, Darius.

It's my first time seeing the Vegas skyline from up here. It's stunning.

You can take it up for a spin whenever you want.

This... This is really mine, Darius? This is a 15 million dollars, not 1500?

You like it. It's your new morning commute.

If you reject this, my 100x multiplier would vanish.

Oh my god.

He actually dropped 15 mil just to win me over.

Haley's favorability level plus 30. Current favorability level 10.

15 mil only get 30 points. Talk about hard to please.

Guess I'll have to swipe a little harder.

Spent 15,000,000 on Yili. 100's rebate triggered.

1,500,000 Lian has been credited to your account.

The heart of the ocean. That rock's got to carry a massive price tag.

Buying that for Haley should trigger a massive reboot.

Haley, there's an auction tomorrow morning. Want to be my plus one?

In a heartbeat.

Darius, you look handsome.

Whoa, pal, hold up. Where do you think you're going?

Can't you read? Sign says, invite only.

Slapping on a mall-bought blazer doesn't mean you can sneak in for free

champagne.

Who says I'm not on the list?

Darius.

Man, you really got a knack for bullshit, haven't you? Do you even know

where you are? This is the highest tier auction in the country.

Minimum buy-in is 30 mil. You got that hiding in your couch cash-ins? Funny how

the cheapest suits bark the loudest.

If I'm here, then I clearly have the funds.

Mr. Campbell.

Welcome back, sir. I was just about to throw him out. Clearly a fake.

Everywhere I go, here you are. It's getting pathetic, Darius.

Well, of course, babe.

How else is he supposed to maintain his title as your number one snimp?

He definitely blew his dead parents' inheritance just to rent that chopper

yesterday.

What do we call this? A certified simp making his last desperate move.

Honestly, I'm almost impressed, but no matter how hard a simp tries, he's still

got nothing to show for it.

Hey, gorgeous.

There's no future hanging on to a broke loser.

Drop the dead weight and roll with me.

I'll buy you anything you want.

I'm good, thanks.

Darius already buys me anything I want. Vinny, I'm standing right here.

Him, the buy-in for this auction is 30 mil minimum.

A guy like him wouldn't even make it past the front door.

30 mil is pocket change.

Bring out a rep to verify my funds and we'll see.

Verify your funds.

All right, broke boy. If you can pull 30 million out of your ass right now, I'll

drop to my knees and apologize to you.

But if you can't, you put on a dog collar.

and lick my shoes clean in front of everyone here. That's genius. You guys

have got to see this.

We're about to watch my stalker get on all fours and lick the sidewalk.

30 million. To those people, it's everything.

To me, that's just a spare change from my helicopter's rebate. What's wrong?

You scared?

Get on your knees now.

And maybe I'll throw you a tip.

Since you're so eager to humiliate yourself, let's get it over with. Excuse

me. I understand someone requested a proof of Funvin's verification.

Right here. Stubborn to the bitter end, he's digging his own grave and still

asking for a bigger shovel.

Sir, your funds are more than sufficient. You have unrestricted access

to today's auction.

What?

That's fucking impossible.

Mr. Campbell, the verification is complete. This gentleman's liquid assets

significantly excite the $30 million threshold.

Well?

I believe someone owes us a show on their knees.

Money well spent.

You learn fast.

Vinny!

Baby, what do we do?

So what? 30 million is just the cover charge to get in the room. Let's see if

you have the stomach for a real bed inside, Darius.

Double the stakes.

Oh. This the horse you're backing, Haley? All flash, no substance.

He'll fold the second real money hits the table. We'll see who folds.

But for the record, you still owe me a shoe-shy. Who the hell do you think

you're talking to? You're a fucking door-dasher! His sister is Jasmine

Campbell, the greatest hedge fund manager on Wall Street!

Jasmine Campbell.

Good to know.

Vincent, the gavel drops in ten minutes.

Why are you loitering at the door?

Sis, just taking out the trash.

I'm right behind you.

You got lucky lap, Addie.

Watch your back.

Vanessa's sister, huh? She's pretty. I wonder what her price tag is.

Am I cleared for entry now, or do we need to check under my couch passions

again?

Of course, sir, ma'am. Right this way.

Apologies for the delay. Please, go right in.

Ladies and gentlemen, a piece that needs no introduction, The Heart of the Ocean.

There is not another like it on this earth.

We open the floor at 30 million.

You like it? Say the word. It's yours.

Are you serious?

Just answer the question.

Do you like it?

Yes. Vinny, I want it. Tell me you're getting it.

Why else did I bring you a rock that flawless belongs exactly one place on

your neck?

Thirty-five.

Forty. Save yourself the embarrassment, pal.

That diamond is mine.

Vincent, weren't you just begging for a real wage outside?

Name your game.

Simple. We keep bidding.

First one to fold takes their highest bid and divides it equally among

everyone in this room. Let's see how you weed your way out of this one in front

of all these people.

Did he just say split it with the room? The loser eats the entire bid for

nothing.

Deal.

70 million!

Match that, you fucking door dasher.

100 million.

100 million!

Is he out of his mind? Vincent is obviously baiting him.

Is he blind to the track?

Good boy, Vince.

Jack it up. The more I burn, the heavier the cashback hits. What's wrong? Tapping

out already?

I'm not an idiot. Then don't forget you owe the room 70 million.

Pump the brakes. The bet isn't settled. You know house rules.

You win the bid, you clear the funds.

Immediately. Time to face the music, Darius.

If you can't clear 100 mil right this second, you aren't leaving this gallery

breathing. Funny.

I didn't realize $100 million was still considered real money to the Campbell

family. Keep talking, dead man!

Go ahead, run it.

Payment authorized. Sold to the gentleman for $100 million.

What?

Congratulations, sir. The heart of the ocean is officially yours.

This is impossible!

You were just my pathetic lapdog. Where the hell did you get that $100 million?

Bet you didn't see this coming when you traded down.

Come here.

Let's put it on.

What? Are you serious?

Darius, you're too good to me.

Haley's favorability level plus 50. Current favorability level 60.

Just a little trinket. Wear it for fun.

Spent $100,000.

100 Bex rebate triggered.

$10,000 has been credited to your account.

He drops 100 mil on a gift without blinking.

Who is this guy?

He might just be the lifeline my fund needs.

Damn it.

Since when does a broke loser like he have that kind of cash?

You're some old cow's boy toy, aren't you? You're just a shiny new accessory,

Darius. Once the novelty wears off, you'll be right back in the gutter.

Your phone.

Hello?

Darius, there's an emergency at home. I have to go right now. Go.

Call me if you need anything.

Hi, I'm Jasmine.

I don't believe we've formally met.

Jasmine Campbell.

Occupation, hedge fund manager.

Current favorability level, 10.

Sis, he's trash.

Why the hell are you talking to him?

Darius Cole.

Darius, would you care to step into the VIP lounger? I have a business proposal

to discuss.

Lead the way.

You!

Don't forget to settle your bill.

You're a dead man, Darius.

Dropping nine figures on a necklace just to give it away?

You certainly know how to make an impression, Mr. Cole. You flatter me.

I'm just a loser, remember?

So much so that even my ex ran off with your brother.

You have a dark mense of humor.

Let's skip the pitch.

You mentioned business.

I appreciate a man who values his time.

I'll be direct.

My hedge fund is facing a severe liquidity crisis.

I need a massive capital infection immediately.

And you're one of the few men in this city with that kind of liquid cash.

Back my fund, and I guarantee a minimum 30% return within 12 months.

What are you doing?

If the terms don't satisfy you, we can negotiate. Investments. I couldn't care

less about the numbers.

But I am very interested in you.

Mr. Cole, you... Let me keep you.

Submit to me.

Completely. Then I'll consider whether your fund is worth saving. I want your

submission. Submit to me.

A kept woman.

Is this some kind of sick joke, Mr. Cole?

A negotiation would be a more accurate description.

If the terms offend you, there's the door.

I'm curious.

What exactly is the going rate to buy me?

Ten million?

A hundred million?

I just tossed away a necklace worth a hundred.

Don't tell me the great Jasmine Campbell prices herself lower than a piece of

pressed carbon.

I'm talking about a billion.

A billion?

There are only a handful of men in Vegas who can move ten figures liquid without

making a phone call.

I'm one of them.

I don't have time for vulgar hypotheticals. I don't joke when

acquiring an asset.

Fine. Drop a billion in my account.

And I'll play your game. But if you're bluffing, Darius, I will personally make

sure you regret ever being born.

Vincent thought he could buy my ex? Cute. I'm buying his untouchable sister

just to watch him choke on it. A billion is loose change.

Your bank details.

Hit send.

Let's see if you actually have that many zeros in your account.

You actually wired me a billion dollars?

Believe me now, I think it's time you held up your end of the contract.

Strange. The wire cleared. Why hasn't the cash back hit my account yet?

If you're getting cold feet, I can reverse the wire.

I never said I was backing out.

The fund's cleared.

Time to pay your debt.

You're bought.

You belong to me.

Now.

Please wait.

I've never done this before.

I'm... A virgin?

You're sweating, Miss Campbell, all buttoned up like that.

Bit hot for Vegas now.

Give me some time. I'll learn how to be a proper mistress.

You really are untouched. I've been building a billion dollar fund. I

haven't exactly had time for this.

Breathe, Jasmine.

I don't force women.

Not until they beg for it.

Jasmine's favorability level plus 25.

Current favorability level 35.

Taking her on a desk is too easy. I'm playing the long game.

Destroy that bastard Vincent while I'm at it.

Your old man owes me ten mil.

Put you up as collateral.

Drink up, sweetheart.

Then you and I are getting properly acquainted.

Take this.

My boyfriend just paid a hundred million for it. Keep it as collateral. Please,

just let me... You think I'm a fucking idiot?

A hundred million.

Drink the damn vodka.

One more word and I'll take you right here on this table

Something

came up Darius

Be a good girl and wait here next time I see you

I expect you to know how to serve me

Such a bastard.

Darius, who exactly are you?

You little slut!

You little slut!

Fucking bitch, you hit me!

You've got some nerve laying a hand on my woman.

Haley's favorlation level, plus ten. Current favorlation level, seventy.

Darius, I knew you'd come.

Breathe.

Nobody touches you when I'm here.

Who the fuck are you? Some street punk thinks he can waltz into my room and

kick me?

And you are.

I'm the guy holding her deadbeat dad's debts and a VIP in this club.

If I wasn't dropping cash on her, how the hell do you think she keeps that old

junkie breathing?

Two choices, sweetheart.

You crawl back over here, show me a good time, and I'll keep padding your little

commission. I might even let you live your miserable life.

Or... You keep playing the virgin saint, and I swear to God,

you won't see another dime in this city.

Ever.

Whatever he's spending on you, I'll double it.

Double it. Do you have any idea how much I pumped into her? Ten million?

You think some broke-ass piece of shit like you can cover that?

What's wrong, choking on the zeros?

Ten million.

Look at you.

Just a broke street rat trying to play hero.

Ten million is pocket change.

Save your breath.

What's the most expensive bottle in this place?

Darius, one bottle of Ace Muggy is 300 grand.

Are you sure you want to do this?

It's just 300 grand.

Send a bottle to every table. Actually, make it a bottle for every single person

in this club. Put it on my tab.

You've got to be kidding me. There's over 200 people out there. That's 60

million bucks.

Is 60 million supposed to be a lot?

Run it.

It went through, sir. Here's your card back.

60 mil like it's nothing?

Is he some sort of mafia boss?

How much is Haley's dad on the hook for?

Oh, and nothing. He doesn't owe a dime.

Darius, no one has ever treated me like this.

Haley's favorability level plus 20.

Current favorability level, 90.

So, how are you going to thank me?

How about I offered you myself as payment?

I thought you said you weren't that kind of girl.

Changed your mind already?

Wait! Go slower, Darius.

I've never done this before.

Well, look at that.

Who would have thought?

This is my private room. You kick the door off its hilt and I'm the pervert?

Wait. Please, you have to help me. They're right behind me.

Target detected.

Sisley Martin.

Identity, daughter of the Vegas Casino King. Current favorability level, minus

30. What? Special target detected.

Successfully win her over to unlock a mysterious grand bundle. A special

target with a mystery grand prize attached.

Now this, this is interesting.

Must be your lucky day.

I'm feeling generous.

Darius? One second, babe.

What the hell are you doing?

Saving your life.

Are you out of your mind?

Scream for me.

Scream what?

You're a grown woman in Vegas.

You know how to fake it. Look every door. The little bitch has to be on this

floor. Make it convincing.

Now.

Oh, yeah.

Don't stop, babe.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck this.

The Martinaires is high class.

This screeching trash ain't her. Check downstairs.

Creep!

Sisley's favorability level minus five. Current favorability level minus 35.

Weird way of saying thank you.

If I didn't step in, you'd be in the trunk of a sedan right now.

Fine. I thank you.

For today.

Let me get your number. I'll buy you dinner to call it even.

No thanks.

Darius?

Excuse me, did you just turn me down?

Why wouldn't I?

You crash my room, call me a creep for saving you, and demand my number like I

owe you.

I don't reward bad manners.

Like I'm going back to being a simp.

Please.

Bastard. No one's ever turned me down before.

Sisley's favorability level plus five. Current favorability level, nice thirty.

Interesting.

Rejection makes her score go up.

I can't believe that brat killed the mood.

Darius.

Don't be mad.

Let me fix it.

Fix it how?

You know how.

Haley's favorability level has reached 100.

Target has officially inverted into user smimp. First successful conquest

complete. You have received one skill book.

Wait a second, system.

I burned 10 mil clearing Haley's debt and wired a solid billion straight to

Jasmine. Why didn't the cashback hit my account?

Attention. Rebants are only triggered by direct expenditures on targets.

Do now and as consumption, therefore ineligible for cashback.

Shit.

That's a billion dollar loss.

Whatever. It's just cash.

I'll find an excuse to burn a few billion tomorrow and make it back.

Come on, guys.

Please.

Can someone drop a few gifts?

I'm getting completely destroyed here.

You're cooked, Gigi.

You know the stakes.

Timer hits zero, the bra comes off.

Serena, please. Can we swap the punishment?

I'll sing, I'll dance. I just can't do that.

Don't start what you can't finish.

My millions of followers are all tuning in, waiting to watch you strip.

Guys, 60 seconds. Can anyone push the meter, please? If I blow money on a

streamer, does the system rebit this too?

Let's test the waters with 2 mil. Be my girl, and I'll win this for you.

I'll help you win this round first.

A level 3 nobody.

Pathetic simp.

Please.

40 seconds left.

Holy. Thank you. Thank you so much, Mr. Cole.

Wake up.

Guys, drop some gifts.

Don't let them win.

Yes. Thank you, Godzilla. You came. Mr. Cole, are you still there?

30 rockets.

That's your limit.

Mr. Cole.

Are you still there?

What's the matter? Mr. Cole's allowance run dry?

He was talking a big game a minute ago.

Just a loudmouth tourist.

You don't have to drop anymore.

You've already done so much for me today.

Probably maxed out his credit cards and is crying in a corner right now.

Exactly! How could a nobody ever compete with our Godzilla?

Ten seconds, sweetie.

Hands on the bra.

Everyone's waiting.

The battle isn't over yet.

Don't cry.

Clock's still ticking.

Oh, Mr.

Cole! Thank you! No.

No, no.

100!

200! Godzilla, hit back, please.

300!

400! Godzilla, don't leave!

Thank you, Mr. Cole. If it weren't for you, I would have had to...

You lost, Serena.

The bra, off.

Sorry for the delay. Had to reload.

App capping deposits at a million a swipe is a real headache when you

actually have money.

It actually worked.

Shame about the daily 10 million cap, or I would have bought the whole platform

tonight.

Favorability increased by 50. Current favorability is 50.

Come on, Mr. Cole.

Accept it. Just get me in his good books.

I'll never lose a battle again.

I'm going to kill him. I am actually going to murder him! What? Kill who?

What happened?

I ran into this guy last night.

Okay, wildly out of line, but...

He did it to keep you from getting caught, right? Take the win.

You want to know the worst part?

After all that, I offered to buy him dinner.

As a thank you.

And he said, no thanks.

No thanks.

Nobody walks away from me.

Nobody.

Hey, don't let it get to you. A jerk like him isn't even worth buying a meal

for. Missing out on a gorgeous girl like you, that's his loss, not yours. You're

right. He's just a pathetic perf, not worth another second of my energy.

Mr. Cole, can I buy you dinner? I really want to thank you in person.

Sure.

He said yes!

Wait, what if he's like a 60-year-old chug with a comb over?

Could I get a picture so I know who to look for?

Oh my god, he is gorgeous!

Why are you glowing?

Okay, listen.

Last night on stream, I was getting crushed in a battle, and the penalty was

taking off my bra on camera. But then, this literal god comes out of nowhere

and throws down ten million to save me.

I just asked him to dinner to say thank you, and he said yes.

Gija, don't fall for it. These rich boys are all the same.

Every single one of them only wants one thing. You think?

But he doesn't look like a creep. He's actually pretty hot.

Creeps don't wear warning labels, sweetie.

What do I do then? I already promised him dinner.

I can't cancel now.

If you really want to go, fine. But I'm going with you.

He tries anything, I pull the plug.

Really?

I knew it.

My bestie always has my backs no matter what.

But if he actually turns out to be Prince Charming, you are not allowed to

steal him.

Relax, Gigi. I am officially done with arrogant Vegas douchebags. He's all

yours.

The second he tries anything, we walk.

Deal?

Relax. It'll be fine.

Bright.

Mr. Cole, over here!

You. You again.

Wait, Sisley.

You know him?

He's the creep from the club.

The one I told you about.

Watch your mouth.

In what world am I a creep?

You practically assaulted me. Is that not what a creep would do?

You begged.

Me to hide you. I improvised.

You really think a pretty face makes me lose control?

You're not worth the effort.

Sisla, maybe it was just a misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding my ass? He is a perv! Come on, Gigi. We're leaving. Now! Wait,

Sisley. Let's just hear him out.

Gigi's favorability level plus 10. Current favorability level 60.

Didn't even spend a dime.

And her score goes up.

How'd that happen?

Fine.

Keep the creep. I'm done.

Cecily, wait!

Cecily! Cecily!

Don't let the door hit you on your way out.

Mr. Cole.

Your friend has an attitude problem.

Please don't be mad.

You look even better in person, Mr. Cole.

It's Darius. Just call me Darius. Okay, Darius.

So, do you have a girlfriend?

A girlfriend? No.

A few confidences, maybe?

Then, can I be your girlfriend?

Were streamers always this direct?

I'll take your silence as a yes.

Aren't you scared I'm the big bad wolf?

And might just eat you alive?

I'll take my chances.

Even if you are the bad guy, I really don't mind.

Capture target.

GG. Favorability plus 10. Current favorability, 70.

I haven't lifted a finger and she's still climbing. Best 10 million I ever

spent. Time to close the deal.

You perv!

Thought you left.

And leave her alone with someone like you?

Cicely, it's not like that- Go home, Gigi. I need to talk to

him.

Darius, I'll see you later.

Next time, make sure we're alone.

I hate leaving a meal unfinished.

Clock's ticking.

What is it?

I need a favor.

Is this how you talk to someone you need a favor from?

Drop the act.

Are you in or out?

Capture target.

Cicely Martin.

Favorability minus five.

Current favorability.

Mines 35.

Docking points already.

No wonder she's a special target.

What's the favor?

I need you to be my boyfriend.

Your boyfriend?

Tomorrow night is my birthday gala.

Half of Vegas' trust fund brats will be there, trying to corner me. I need a

fake boyfriend to get them off my back.

And you picked me.

Why?

Because you're a shameless creep.

Right. The shameless creep.

So... Why would a creep help you?

I can pay you.

Whatever you want.

Money is the one thing I've never run short of.

Fine.

I'll owe you one.

Name your price.

She's the Casino King's daughter. If I want her favorbrility at a hundred, I

can't just throw money at her.

Text me the address.

You creep!

Cut the music.

Ladies and gentlemen, a moment. Tonight I'm putting all my cards on the table

for the only woman in this city worth my time.

Oh my god, he's actually doing it! He is perfect!

Sisley, you know what I want. Stop making me chase you. Let's make this

official. Wait.

They're going official? Vegas royalty.

They're literally the perfect couple. I would kill to get asked out by someone

like him. Cute, Chadwick.

But I'm seeing someone.

What? Wait, what? Cicely's got a boyfriend?

Who the hell pulled this off? Someone actually managed to get the notoriously

ungettable Cicely?

A boyfriend?

Bullshit. You haven't dated anyone in years. You're just pulling this to

embarrass me.

He's right, Cicely. Look at him. He's handing you the world. Give him a shot.

Listen to them, Cicely.

I'll give you everything and more.

That was me being polite, Chardwick. Seems like you can't take a hint. Back

off. Fine.

If this phantom boyfriend actually exists, where is he? It's your birthday

gala. He should be standing right there.

Packed house tonight.

Ew. Who let the delivery guy up here? You're in the wrong place, buddy.

Not delivering food tonight.

I'm here for my girl.

Sorry I'm late, babe.

Traffic was terrible.

Sisley's boyfriend is a door dasher.

Seriously? He's actually kind of handsome, though.

Who cares if he's handsome? He probably takes the bus.

Does he think that's good enough for Cicely? Get your dirty hands off her!

Even if Cicely needed a shield, you'd never qualify.

Who's the fanboy?

Just a stalker. Ignore him. I get it, Cicely. You're playing hard to get.

But dragging yourself into the gutter with this trash just to fake a

relationship? It's pathetic.

Who says he's a fake? This is my boyfriend.

Give it up already.

You're the little casino princess of the Martin family.

No way you'd be associating yourself with society's unwanted trash.

Tell me, what gives you the right to stand here, careful throwing around the

word trash?

It might point back at you.

Great act. Really.

What's Cicely paying you? I'll give you ten times that. Take the cash and get

the fuck out! Chadwick, you're crossing a line.

I'm trying here, silly.

But he's not buying it. I think you need to prove it.

Prove it how?

Kiss me.

Bastard. He totally set this up.

She actually kissed him!

Sisley's favorability level plus 40. Current favorability level 5.

Unpredictable. The only way to crack an Ice Queen.

There is no way they're actually together.

And I thought I had bad taste in men.

Was that clear enough for you?

Bullshit! It's a stunt!

You're just doing this to piss me off!

Tough crowd.

Might need another take.

You piece of shit!

Chadwick, back off.

Touch her again, and I swear to God I'll end you!

Get your facts straight. She kissed me.

Who do you think you are?

Look at yourself.

You don't even belong in the same zip code as her.

You don't get to decide where I belong.

I do.

She likes me? What can I say?

Liking you doesn't pay the bills?

You think you can give her the life she deserves?

One dinner with her would burn through half your miserable salary. The gifts in

this room cost more than ten lifetimes of your pizza tips.

So, you have money.

Exactly.

I almost forgot, Cicela.

I got you a birthday gift. I'm dying to find out what it is.

Watch this, Door Dasher.

Let me show you the unbridgeable gap between high society...

And trash.

My God!

He actually tracked one down. He knows Sisley plays.

This comes from the Italian maestro Ovidian himself.

The holy grail of all violins.

Apparently a string costs more than a million.

That's easily 20 million dollars sitting on a cart.

Happy birthday, Cicely. Only the best for you.

Consider the instrument just the appetizer. I have something else

prepared. This broke-ass wouldn't know a sonata from a car alarm. Time to remind

Cicia who's actually worthy of her time.

Chadwick is incredible.

But what did you expect from a musical genius who trained at Juilliard?

Classic old-money pedigree.

Chadwick just owned the entire room without saying a word.

So romantic.

I wish it was for me.

If he played like that for me, I'd say yes before he even proposed.

Detected. Sissy Martin has a preference for violin music.

User has one unclaimed skill book. Would you like to redeem it? Regime. Master

violinist. Congratulations.

Redemption successful.

You have now become a top-tier violin grandmaster.

Did you like it, Sisley? The composition is beautiful.

It's... Hear that, Door Dasher? That is the unbridgeable gap between the elite

and the gutter. Don't flatter yourself.

She said she liked the piece, not you. Besides, it's just a piece of wood.

Anyone can play it. As if you know the first thing about music, what right do

you have judging Chadwick's performance?

You. Play a violin, please.

You'd struggle with a plastic recorder.

Then let me show you what real music sounds like.

You son of a bitch put that down you aren't fit to even breathe on an

instrument that expensive.

What's the matter scared? I'll show you up Frankly you're beneath this

instrument someone like you doesn't deserve to touch it.

Let's make a bet then I outplay you and you stop bothering Sisley for good and

If you bomb I walk you'll never see my face again

You're on

Christ, it sounds like a dying cat.

My dog plays better than that. Why fake it when you clearly can't play?

Put it down before you snap it. That thing is worth over 20 million dollars.

If you break it, they could sell every organ in your body and you still

couldn't pay it back.

Exactly.

Know your place.

Relax. Just checking the tuning.

It's breathtaking.

How is he doing that?

Holy!

That was so good!

Is that Paganani?

Am I hallucinating right now? Was that really him?

The rhythm, the technique, the sheer level of skill. I'm not exaggerating.

This is nothing short of a maestro.

Makes Chardlick sound like a beginner.

How is this possible?

How is he better than me?

My gift to you.

Did you like it?

I loved it.

Sisley's favorability level plus 50. Current favorability level 15.

Just as I thought.

A spoiled princess needs a special kind of leverage to be won over.

Just you wait.

Thank you.

For tonight.

Just gonna thank me with your words?

What else did you have in mind?

Up to you.

I'm so sorry. Traffic was a total nightmare. Oh!

What the hell is this? You promised, Cicely. You

promised you wouldn't steal Darius from me.

Gigi, wait. Let me explain.

Explain what?

I saw everything.

It's not what it looks like. You're taking it completely out of context.

Out of context?

I just watched you kiss my man. What other... context is there.

Davias, tell her. Explain it.

Explain what?

You just announced the whole room I'm your boyfriend.

He's not lying.

Yeah, you're totally her boyfriend.

Cecily said it herself, loud and clear.

See?

He's your boyfriend now. You played me.

Darius can only be mine.

Drop her, Darius.

Right now. Be with me instead.

Absolutely not. He's my boyfriend.

He's mine! No, he's mine!

So, Sisley, I actually have to be somewhere.

Have a great night.

Left your present by the ice sculpture. Happy birthday. Bye.

Hold up.

Isn't this the Martin girls' birthday gala? Why is everyone leaving?

Because it just turned into a bloodbast in there. Two of Vegas' biggest it girls

are tearing each other apart over a guy.

Vibe's completely dead.

Two it girls?

Fighting over one guy?

I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

What guy has that much charm?

That's the punchline.

A door dasher. They're practically drawing blood over him.

Of course.

It all makes sense now.

No wonder that broke ass is suddenly rich. He hooked up with the Martin

heiress. All that cash he's been flashing, he stole it from her. Oh my

god. Do we go in and out him right now?

There's no rush.

Tomorrow is the Martin family's exclusive VIP yacht exhibition.

Darius will definitely be there to flex his stolen cash.

We expose him in public, right in front of the Martin patriarch. The casino king

will bury him for stealing from his little girl.

You're a dead man tomorrow, Darius.

Jasmine. Darius, free tomorrow?

Wide open. What's the occasion?

VIP yacht expo at the marina tomorrow.

I need a plus one.

Interested? Yachts. The perfect excuse to spend some more money. I'm in. See

you tomorrow.

Ladies, hate to cut the party short, but duty calls.

See ya.

Darius, get back here! You owe me an explanation right now!

Ugh, as if Jasmine is here too. Why is this chick tagging along?

Shall we?

Hey guys, today I'm bringing you along to an exclusive behind-the-scenes tour

of Vegas' biggest yacht expo. The streamer.

If she catches me parading around with these two, she's gonna freak out again.

Let's check the stern.

View's better.

And of course Sisley's here too. If she sees this lineup, my favorability is

going to tank in real time.

System's really testing the crowd control today.

Well, well, Darius.

I didn't think you'd have the guts to show your face here today.

What's the matter, Vincent? Is it weird that I'm here?

Vincent.

What is it now?

Sis, you're actually defending this piece of dredge?

I'm with Darius now.

He bought me.

What? How's that possible?

If this gets out, you'll make the Campbells a laughing stock.

What I do with my life is none of your concern.

Besides, I'm done with the Campbells.

There's no shame in being my sugar baby.

Plus, I have more than enough to turn Jasmine into a second Campbell empire.

Drop the billionaire act, Darius. I know exactly where your cash comes from.

Exactly. You're nothing but a glorified pool boy playing dress-up. Stop flexing.

A pool boy. You might want to get that delusion checked by a professional.

Let's go. Going somewhere, Darius?

Be a good boy and stay put.

You're not going anywhere today.

Vincent, stop making a scene.

I'm not making a scene, Jasmine. I'm exposing who he really is. Want to know

who's really funding his little lifestyle?

He's leeching off the daughter of the Vegas Casino King.

He's playing both of you!

Looks like some drama brewing over there.

Let's go see.

What's going on? Darius, what are you doing here?

Darius! Oh my god, what a coincidence.

You're here too?

Shit, I definitely jinxed myself.

All four of them in one place.

Just what I needed.

Who the hell are they? Does he have a roster going?

All these girls.

Time to mark my territory.

Unbelievable. Where did he pick up all these strays?

What a player. I can't believe he's juggling this many.

Great. Everyone I dreaded seeing, all in one room.

Just my luck.

Miss Martin, so glad you made it. There he is. The boy toy you've been

bankering. He's out here blowing your money on other women.

I caught him red-handed.

What are you going to do about it?

You're saying he's my boy toy?

Are you kidding? Cicely might be loaded, but Darius has way more money than her.

Honey, you really have no idea, do you? Ms. Martin here is the daughter of the

Vegas Casino King. You really think he's richer than Vegas royalty?

Wait, Sisley's the Casino King's daughter?

Exactly. That's kind of a massive detail, Sibley. Why didn't you tell me?

He never asked. I don't care.

Vegas royalty or not, you're not stealing Darius from me.

Grow up, little girl.

Ever heard of first come, first served? Darius is mine.

Ladies, please.

I'm Darius' first ever sugar baby.

The rest of you can step aside.

Son of a bitch.

Why are all these stunning women fighting over a piece of shit like

Darius? You seeing this, Ms. Martin?

This is your little boy toy running around with all these other women. You

can't let him play you. Exactly.

With your status, a guy like him doesn't even deserve to breathe your air, let

alone spend your money.

Are you two brain dead?

He's my boyfriend.

Ms. Martin, you have a twisted sense of humor.

Darius is literally a pathetic ex-lapdog I dumped. He doesn't even belong in your

zip cone, let alone your league.

Do I look like I'm laughing?

What?

I knew it!

You've been playing me this whole time! Just steal him from me!

I tried to tell you. Why do you enjoy humiliating yourselves?

Cut the untouchable act. Ms. Martin is Vegas royalty.

Second her family finds out a gutter rat like you are anywhere near her, you're a

dead man.

I'll take my chances.

Try not to lose sleep over it.

Sisley.

Events starting. Why are you still out here?

Mr. Martin, an absolute honor.

Mr. Martin!

Do I know you?

I, uh...

Let's go, Damon.

Did you know your sister has a boyfriend?

Excuse me? My sister.

Dating. Who is he? From what family? He's not from any family, Mr. Martin!

It's him!

So, you're the one dating my sister.

Not bad looking.

Shame about the wardrobe, though.

Absolute garbage.

Mr. Martin, you have no idea. He delivers pizza, fruts, a living. What

kind of taste could he have?

So I suggest you keep your eyes wide open, Miss Martin.

Don't let this rat con your family.

Vincent's right! The guy doesn't even have a real job, let alone money!

And he's also a player.

bleeding her dry while juggling a whole roster.

Look at them! These three are his side pieces!

Damon, stop.

Don't listen to them. That's not who he is.

It's a lie.

It's just, Darius is so incredible.

Of course we all like him. That's all it is.

Mr. Martin, I'm Jasmine.

I can personally vouch for him.

Darius isn't what they say.

Cicely, what is this mess?

I... Did I ask you?

I'm speaking to my sister.

Mr. Martin, she's Darius' ex.

She can prove it.

I swear to God, Mr. Martin!

Darius doesn't have a dime.

He's using Ms. Martin's money to fund his side chicks, buying diamond

necklaces, private helis, making Jasmine his sugar baby.

Exactly. It's obvious.

He's a parasite bleeding the Martin fortune. You're just too young and

naive, Mrs. Martin. That's the only reason you'd look twice in a loser like

Darius. He doesn't even belong in the same zip code as you.

You have 30 seconds to explain yourself.

Start talking, and you'd better make it good.

Otherwise, this is your last day in Vegas.

25.

They're right.

They're right.

I bought the gifts.

The sugar baby is also mine.

But the money doesn't have a damn thing to do with Sisley. Oh my God, Darius! Do

you ever stop bragging?

You deliver pizza.

If you aren't stealing from the Martins, why the hell are these women throwing

themselves at you? Just confess, Darius.

Beg right now, and maybe Mr. Martin lets you keep your pathetic little life.

Because if he has to audit you himself, you're a dead man.

Time's up.

That's your explanation?

I've said all that needs to be said.

Not good enough.

Break his legs!

Toss him in the river!

Stop!

Wait, Damon, stop! I swear!

I haven't given him a dime!

Come on, Ms. Martin.

You're still covering for this leech? If he didn't lash onto you, how else is he

funding this circus?

You called it from day one, Vincent.

A total grifter!

When you get to hell, Darius...

Better hope there's a sugar mama waiting.

Shut your mouths, both of you.

Damon, please, he means something to me. You can't do this. I don't give a damn

who he is, Cicela.

Anyone stepping into this family better have a last name with some actual weight

behind it. You drew a bad hand in this life, kid.

Try being born richer in the next.

So you're saying, if the bank account's fat enough, I get your blessing.

Wealth is the only metric that matters.

Otherwise, you're just a liability.

And right now, your breathing offends me.

I might be short on a lot of things, but money, I've got plenty.

Let's recalibrate your definition of wealth.

Trying to flex in front of the wealthiest family in Vegas? You're a

joke, Darius! Bug trying to smash the boot? That's a new one! Darius, was it?

Tell you what, I'll give you a chance.

We're at a yacht show. Buy one boat here with your own money, and I'll let you

walk off this deck on your own two feet. One boat. If we're placing bets, Mr.

Martin, let's raise the stakes.

I'm listening.

I'll buy every single yacht in this marina. And when I do, you stay the hell

out of my relationship with Sicily.

Darius, do you even think before you speak? You do realize every single yacht

under the Martin Fram is docked right here.

You know what all this costs? And you're just going to buy it all?

He's officially lost it.

The fear broke his brain.

You really think I won't kill you? Is that why you're stalling with this

little charade?

Entertaining the casino king's heir isn't on my itinerary.

Let's wrap this up. Every hole down there is top tier.

I've got three mega yachts pushing 100 mil a pop, 30 more sitting comfortably

in the eight-figure range.

The absolute floor here is a million bucks.

Total valuation?

Five billion.

Easy.

The guy at the top of Forbes wouldn't write that check on a whim. What makes

you think you can?

Card, please.

Darius, do you actually have that kind of money? It's five billion.

What if I wired over the company reserves?

It's just five billion.

You're literally about to die and you're still trying to flex? When that card

declines, Mr. Martin is going to gut you. Don't take my word for it. Run the

verification. That'll answer your question.

Gladly.

I don't mind humusing a dead man.

Bring the machine.

Let's see it.

You got low blood pressure or something?

Mr. Martin.

What?

Card declined.

I told you this piece of shit was faking it.

You're dead, Darius.

Why are you in a rush? She hasn't spoken yet.

How much is in the account?

Mr. Martin.

The balance.

It maxed out the display limit.

It's... It's over a hundred billion dollars.

Bullshit! There's no way!

The machine is broken!

Swap it out and swipe again!

This is a family matter.

You thought you could just speak for us.

Who exactly is this Darius?

A hundred billion in liquid assets, just like that. Even on a global scale, you

could count people like him on one hand.

I underestimated him.

He's even richer than I imagined.

Sir, you play a hell of a hand.

I was completely blind to who I was standing in front of.

So, am I in Sisley's league yet? Sir, if you married my sister...

The Martins would be the ones marrying up. It would be an honor.

No, there's been a mistake.

It has to be fake, Vince. Tell them.

Get the fuck off me. This is on you. You dragged me into this. You dragged me

into this.

Security, get these parasites off my boat. Blacklist them from every property

in Vegas. Yes, sir.

Wait, no. You... Much better.

Now let's talk business.

Sir, I told you I was buying out the marina.

I keep my promises.

Right away, sir. I'll personally retrieve the master keys for the entire

fleet. Well, don't just stand there. Go pick your favorites.

Jasmine's favorability level plus 10.

Current favorability level, 45.

Gigi's favorability level plus 10. Current favorability level, 80.

Cicely's favorability level minus 5.

Current favorability level, 45.

What the hell? Everyone else is eating out of my palm.

But her score tanks.

Such a tacky flex.

Throwing cash around doesn't make you a god.

They're all yours.

Take your pick.

Keep them.

I don't need your toys.

No, no. I need to play it cool. Leave Darius with a good impression.

Darius? You spoil me enough as it is. Plus, I was your first.

I don't need to fight over table scraps with the rest of them. So two-faced. If

she's not taking it, then I can't either.

Pathetic. Honestly, Darius, just being here with you is enough.

Same. I'm honestly just thrilled to get some shots for my feed.

Denied. You're each picking ten.

Consider it a direct order from the man funding your lifestyle.

Wait, what?

Ten... Ten yachts?

Ten minimum.

You can go over. You cannot go undo.

Whoever racks up the highest bill might just be my favorite.

Darius, I've made my picks.

Good. Take a different one out every day.

Gives us an excuse to test a new position on every deck.

You're awful.

Jasmine's favorability level plus 35.

Current favorability, 70.

Darius, I don't know the first thing about yachts. Pick one out for me.

There's way too many to choose from, Darius. My head is spinning.

Pick for me.

These fit your vibe.

And these match yours.

Satisfied.

Darius, I bought some new lingerie today. I'm just not entirely sure about

the fit. You should come by tonight. Give me a second opinion.

I wouldn't miss it.

Darius, you spoil me.

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They all get a yacht. Where's mine?

Didn't you just say you didn't want one?

Besides, these yachts all belong to your family.

Buying one and handing it right back to you feels a little redundant, no?

Cicely, drop it.

They're Darius's boats now. He can do what he wants with them.

Darius, we've still got dozens of vessels sitting in the marina. What's

the play?

Keep a few of the top-tiered models for my personal use.

Donate the rest to the American Red Cross.

Donate them. But the remaining fleet is worth nearly a billion dollars. You're

just donating them. A billion is nothing for us.

But to the Red Cross, that's real impact.

Understood, Darius.

I clearly lack your perspective.

At least he's not a total sociopath.

I'll let it slide. This time.

Spoiled little brat.

Did you really think I couldn't handle you? Only a matter of time before I max

out that score.

Shoot. Darius, I completely forgot. I have that investment pitch with Mr.

Huntington today.

Need some company?

I've got it covered.

You should stay.

Keep your lovely entourage entertained.

If I keep hogging all your attention, your little friends are going to eat me

alive.

Always knows exactly how to play it.

Mr. Huntington? Ah, Ms. Campbell. You made it. Come in. Have a seat.

Regarding the terms of the investment contract... What's the rush, Ms.

Campbell? Have a drink with me first.

I don't drink, Mr. Huntington. Then you'll learn.

How do you plan to close deals in this town completely sober?

If you won't even share a glass with me, how can I invest in your fund? I passed

on a dozen blue chip fund managers for you. One glass of wine.

Not asking too much, am I?

Let me toast you with water instead.

To our partnership.

Mrs. Campbell, you drink this wine today, we can continue this partnership.

If you don't...

I can easily get your backers to pull out of the deal.

Your fund would be dead by week's end. It doesn't have to be like this, Mr.

Huntington. Please, we... If I drink this, do I have your word? You'll sign.

What do you think, Ms. Campbell?

Now that's what I like to see.

Feeling lightheaded?

Excuse me, Mr. Hunterton. I need the restroom.

Yeah.

Darius, I think I was drugged.

Hang on, I'm coming.

Darius, what happened? Jasmine's in trouble. I gotta go. Call if you need

anything.

Well, well, Miss Campbell.

Don't touch me. Let me go.

Relax. Let me take good care of you. Come any closer, and I'll scream.

Scream? I own this floor. You could scream until your lungs bleed.

Nobody's coming.

It's so hot.

Please stop. Don't touch me.

Who the fuck are you, putting your hands on me? Her husband.

You touch my woman, I put you in the ground.

Your woman.

Perfect.

Why don't you teach her how to please me?

Once I'm done having my fun, you two can leave.

Still so cocky.

You're dead. You hear me? I'm pulling every dime of funding from that bitch's

firm. Her fund is finished!

Before that happens, your company will cease to exist.

Damon. Huntington's firm.

Liquidate it. I want him bankrupt.

No problem. Give me three minutes.

Keep bluffing. My firm is a multi-billion dollar operation.

You think you can tank it with one phone call?

Security!

If I don't break your legs tonight, I've got no business running this town.

Answer it. Let's see if you still have a company.

What? Mr. Huntington.

We're filing chapter 11.

Impossible. Every ledger just leaked to the press. The feds are locking down

your personal accounts. It's over. Bullshit! That's impossible!

Is it?

That's the price for touching my woman.

Consider it mercy.

Who... Who the hell are you? Who I am is none of your damn business, Huntington.

I was wrong! Please, I swear I'll never look at Miss Campbell again!

You're not sorry.

You're just scared.

Fuck off before I take your life too.

To rest. You've been making that sound all night. Darius, it's you?

Expecting someone else?

I thought, I thought he already... He's handled the contract.

But Huntington is behind bars. How is this legally binding?

I bought out his firm.

You bought the entire company?

Pitching is beneath you now. From here on out, if you want a firm, tell me.

I'll buy it for you.

Darius, you're so good to me.

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Just remember who you belong to.

Darius, what if we moved in together?

The roster's getting too crowded.

Time to stake my claim.

What, am I not your girl? This penthouse is getting a little cramped. Time to

upgrade. Clear your schedule tomorrow.

Why? What's happening?

We're going mansion shopping.

Okay.

House hunting?

Oh my god!

Does he want me to move in?

Just a heads up, I'm packing my bags tonight. I won't be crashing here much

longer. Moving out?

Yep. Darius is buying me a house. We're moving in together.

Jealous? Please. My family owns half the skyline. You think I care about a house?

Whatever. Unbelievable.

He's buying her a house. I'm the actual girlfriend.

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Impeccable timing.

What are you two doing here?

Who says only you can be here? I'm here to buy a mansion, too. That a problem?

Cut the crap.

You're just here to poach Darius.

Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but Darius is spoken for.

You're just taking up space.

The second he gets the keys, I'm moving in. Please.

Like I'm not getting my own set. Keep dreaming. Pretty sure it's up to him who

shares the master suite.

Darius! There you are. We're all here. Good. Let's go inside.

I only have one rule for house hunting today.

I want the most expensive one. On it. Go ahead.

Well, aren't you going to look?

Darius.

Walk with me.

Sir, ma'am. Welcome. Allow me to walk you through... You keep it brief.

And I don't buy used. Brand new builds only. Right here, sir. Our exclusive

lakefront Onsito. We only have one conticutive block of compounds left.

Valuation sits at roughly 300 million. That's the only block left? Yes, sir.

I'll take it.

All of it.

Sir, you mean the entire block?

Card, please.

Darius, I'm obsessed with this place.

Good. So, I decided to get you something too.

Oh. Me?

I am officially yours.

Do whatever you want, but keep your hands to yourself.

Darius is mine. He is not!

Back off, both of you. He's obviously with me. I'm the main chick. Hands off.

He's mine. I don't care who was first. I want him.

Ever heard of first come, first served? I'm the lead. You're the backup.

We all know the kind of stamina he has.

Are you sure you can handle him all by yourself?

I don't care. Today, he's choosing me. No, he's choosing me.

No, me. Tell them, Darius. Pick one, right now. Yeah, choose. Tell them.

Choices are for children.

As for me, I want you all.