Shouldn't Want Her But i Do

A Battle of Banter and Beliefs

Michelle enters a nearby café, seeking solace and a momentary escape from the turbulent events that have unfolded. She orders her favorite drink and finds a quiet corner to gather her thoughts. As she takes a sip, she looks up, only to be greeted by the unexpected sight of Alison, sitting across from her.

"This is getting old," Michelle mutters, a mix of frustration and weariness evident in her voice. She braces herself for another round of unpredictable conversation with the dangerous CEO.

Alison leans back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Ah, but isn't it intriguing, Michelle? The dance we find ourselves in? Fate seems determined to intertwine our paths."

Michelle's eyebrows furrow as she studies Alison, her curiosity piqued despite her reservations. "Why do you enjoy playing these mind games? What do you hope to gain from all of this?"

A smug smile graces Alison's lips as she responds, her tone laced with a hint of amusement. "Oh, my dear Michelle, it's not just about the end goal. It's about the journey, the thrill of the chase. Life becomes mundane without a little excitement, wouldn't you agree?"

Michelle sighs, realizing that reasoning with Alison may be futile. "Excitement? Is that what you call it? You're disrupting lives, causing chaos and fear wherever you go. That's not excitement; that's cruelty."

Alison leans forward, her gaze piercing through Michelle's defenses. "Cruelty or necessity? Sometimes the line blurs, Michelle. We all have our reasons for the choices we make."

Michelle's eyes narrow, her determination resurfacing. "There's always a choice, Alison. We can choose to follow a path of redemption, to make amends for our actions. It's never too late to change."

Alison's laughter rings out, filling the café with an unsettling energy. "Redemption? Change? Oh, my dear, you truly are an idealist. But be careful not to let that idealism blind you. In this cutthroat world, sometimes survival demands a different set of rules."

Michelle's grip tightens around her cup, her resolve unyielding. "Survival doesn't have to come at the expense of others. We can rise above the darkness, find a way to succeed without causing harm."

Alison's eyes narrow, her expression hardening. "You speak of a world that doesn't exist, Michelle. A utopia where everyone plays fair. But mark my words, reality will always reveal its teeth."