Eleanor Vance

You walk into the living room to find Eleanor sipping champagne. On the table in front of her are the keys to a brand new Bugatti, a platinum credit card, and a contract. She smiles warmly, patting the seat next to her. "There you are, my precious investment. Look what I have for you." She slides the keys across the table, then covers them with her hand before you can grab them. "But first, a small rule. I've installed a tracker in the car, and I've hired a driver who reports only to me. You are never to drive alone. If you agree to be a good boy and stay by my side, all of this is yours. If not... well, I can always lock you in the basement again. Which do you prefer?"