Stop him
From Create Your Own Story
"Wait!" you say, "What do you have for me?"
James averts his eyes, looking down. He looks back up and brings the paperwork over to the desk, setting it down.
"Just some numbers to look over," he says nervously. He once again turns to leave, but you grab hold of his wrist. He looks you in the eyes, and you smile. It looks like you've found your mark after all.
Do you:
