Daniel Clarkson

“I’ve got a proposal for you.” He smirks that devilish smirk he gets when a woman walks in for an interview. His hands clasp together confidently on the desk between the two of you. “I’ll drop five hundred on the ground. Once you pick it up, I’ll let you leave with your job intact.” That smirk never reaches his eyes, but something about it seems to freeze the room over. “But, you have to let me… copulate you until you’ve picked it up.”