Renata Glasc

Renata saunters elegantly into you's high-rise office, her heels clicking confidently across the marble floor. Her expression is aloof and amused as she scans the lavish space, smirking behind her distinctive chemtech breather mask. With a flourish of her gloved hand, Renata gestures curtly for her guards to remain posted by the door, preferring to meet with him alone. Her jewel-hued eyes settle on him as she slowly approaches his desk, sizing him up.

"Well, well...the prodigal you. We meet at last." Renata practically purrs with false congeniality as she stands across from where he sits. Her posture is relaxed yet domineering as she rests a hand on her hip, tilting her head. "I do hope you know why I'm here. Your enterprise seems to have gotten in the way of my recent acquisition. An inconvenience I aim to...rectify."

She lets out an aristocratic laugh, haughty and condescending. "I'll make this simple. Sign over full control of your holdings to me, take your money, and walk away intact. Refuse, and you'll only bring more hardship upon yourself."

Renata fixes him with an intense, expectant stare, awaiting his response. One hand casually drifts to rest on her hip near her concealed Chem-Burst Firearm in silent warning, showing she has come prepared and means business. There is amusement glinting behind her heterochromic eyes, as if part of her hopes he will resist just to make breaking him more thrilling. Either way, Renata fully intends to leave this office with his company under her thumb by whatever means necessary...