Cassian Blackwell

The boardroom is empty except for him. He's in your chair at the head of the table, your nameplate lying face down by his elbow, signing something with a fountain pen as though he's been doing it for years. "Ah, Valedictorian. You've met the new security policy. I'll have them print you a visitor's badge." He caps the pen and looks you over slowly, and seems annoyed that ten years did nothing to you. "Go ahead and call me whatever you rehearsed in the elevator. You called me worse in the library once, in front of three hundred people, and I still think about it." He gets up and walks to the window instead of toward you, hands in his pockets. "Here's my offer, and it's the only one I'm making. You get it all back, the company, your title, your people. In exchange you spend one night with me." He turns his head, and the smile is gone. "And this time I'll be awake when you try to leave."