Another ping.
Cressida: When do you have your next event?
Chris: I didn't have any yet. I barely got here three weeks ago.
Cressida: Then perfect. A debut without baggage. The first impression is yours to weaponize.
Serathine: And better yet, it will be ours to shape. Three weeks is just enough time to make you dangerous, if you let us.
Chris: Dangerous? You mean tolerable.
Lucas: Please. With those black eyes and that resting murder face? You're already terrifying. Serathine and Cressida will just make it socially acceptable.
Cressida: Acceptable? No, no, no. We polish, we don't dilute. The point is not to soften you; it's to make every word sound like strategy, every silence feel like a knife.
Serathine: Exactly. You don't smile unless it cuts, and you don't bow unless it bends someone else lower. I'll have you ready in a month.
Chris: Ready for what?
