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The Banker sighed as Susannah explained her grievances against him. She had written them down in bullet point format and gone over them, each one in a very determined sounding voice. Once she was finally done, The Banker merely smiled. “You would make an excellent Lawyer.” he merely commented. He raised his eyebrow at Aislin, who shook her head sadly. She had tried on several occasions to explain to Susannah about Hell and the way that The Banker worked, but the avaricious young woman had refused to listen.
“Aislin has told you that this is seed money, to begin your journey. I have told you this, and the investment banker that I own has told you this yet you still refuse to listen. Tell me why this is, Susannah Marie Templeton? Are you merely stubborn, or stupid as well?” The Banker asked caustically.
“Pardon?” she said, stunned at the venom in the imp’s words.
“You heard me. I’m beginning to think that stupid might be the answer. Did you not believe any of us?” he asked.
“You promised everything!”
“And I deliver on those promises, Susannah. But if you became rich and famous overnight, people would wonder about you and you would not be able to fulfill your half of our bargain. Tell me Susannah Marie Templeton, do you wish for me to take your soul now?”
“N…No….” she stuttered, absolutely in shock at the words.
“Then STOP QUESTIONING ME!” the imp roared, his face contorting in rage. His fangs elongated and venom dripped from him, and his eyes blazed a smokey crimson in the light. The stench of sulphur permeated the air as he roared, and even Aislin, a half demonic minion of hell itself, recoiled from him.
“Yes… sir…” Susannah whimpered, shielding herself from The Banker’s fury.
“Good. I trust this will be the last time I am called here because you don’t believe anything you are told. You WILL listen to Aislin Ryan as if she has my voice. If you pull this little stunt again, Susannah Marie Templeton, your soul will be prematurely forfeit for me to do anything I see fit with it.” His red eyes glared at Susannah for a few moments more before he faded from the room.
Both women sat still, the silence in the room deafening. Finally Susannah spoke. “So. Now what?” she asked.
“We do as he said. Wait a year. Work your job, move into a nicer house. Consider going back to school. Be patient while your millions grow. That’s all he wants really, is some time to set things in motion.”
Susannah nodded. “I hate my job.”
Aislin arched an eyebrow. “You hate yours? At least you’re not inclined to fuck anything with a cock between its legs because your life depends on it while still trying to hold down a full time job!” she said.
Susannah stared at Aislin for a moment and then began to laugh, loudly.