A Notebook From Hell

Chapter 13- Demonstration

Emma was walking down an unfamiliar street, she felt a strange sense of excitement and confidence. It's the kind of feeling you get when you're about to crash a birthday party.

She finally was in control, and this newfound power made her feel unstoppable, able to do whatever she wanted. This feeling made her feel good, and she didn't care about the price she paid for it. I mean, who would want to give that up? Certainly not her.

She walked deeper into a dark alleyway, the sun shining faintly through the buildings around her. She approached a small but ominous-looking door. She knew that on the other side of that door is the criminal organization she had been looking for.

Emma pushed the door open with force.
The room was dimly lit, and a group of people was sitting around a table, arguing loudly.
They all stopped talking when they saw her enter.

"Who are you? What do you want here?" a burly man said angrily, standing up from his chair.
Emma smiled slyly and walked towards the table, not intimidated by the man's aggressive stance. She saw the other people sitting behind him, while they eyed her with curiosity and suspicion.

Emma leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms, a small, satisfied smile was on her face.
"I have something that could be very useful to you. Something that could give you an edge in your operations." she stated coyly, looking around the room to gauge the reactions of the others.

The man's expression changed from annoyed to interested in a fraction of a second.
The others looked at Emma with more attention, their faces revealed their curiosity.
"And what might that be?" the man asked, leaning even further forward.

Emma chuckled softly, knowing that she had them hook, line, and sinker.
"It's something that could make your operations run even more smoothly, and give you an edge against your competitors." she said, her voice confident and sure.

The man's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued.
"What is it? How does it work?" he asked bluntly.
Emma pushed herself off the wall and took a few steps forward, stopping at the edge of the table.
"Let's just say it's a tool. A very powerful one."
she said vaguely, keeping the details purposely vague.

The man leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, a sly smile on his face.
"And what do you want in return for this 'tool'?" he asked, his tone almost mocking.
Emma smirked, not intimidated at all.
She knew that she had the upper hand here.

"That's easy. I want a share of your profits." she said bluntly, leaning forward and resting her hands on the table.
The man raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"You want a cut? How much?" he asked, trying to keep composure.

Emma smiled slyly, this was going even better than she expected.

"A quarter of all profits, at least." she replied, her voice steady and firm.

The man's eyebrows shot up, clearly taken aback by her boldness.

"A quarter? That's a significant amount" he said, trying to remain poker-faced.

"But don't forget, the tool is worth every penny." she reminded him, her eyes fixed on him.

The man's face looked torn, clearly debating the offer in his head. Emma could see the gears ticking, weighing the options.

"How do I know this tool is actually worth what you say?" he asked, the doubt peeking from behind his composure.
Emma chuckled softly, her expression oozing confidence.

"How about I give you a demonstration?" she offered, locking gazes with the man.

The man's face perked up, clearly interested in seeing a demonstration of this so-called tool.

"That sounds like a good idea." he replied, his voice still measured.

Emma slowly raised her hand, her palm facing the man.

"Watch closely." she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of mystery.

The man's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Emma's hand, waiting to see what would happen. His comrades watched with bated breath, their faces filled with curiosity and intrigue.

The room was filled with an electric silence as everyone waited to see what would happen next, a tension reminiscent of the awkward pause after a friend's embarrassing joke.