"Suppose I didn't pay you. Suppose I had security escort you out of the building and charge you with trespassing if you refuse to leave?" He said, smiling a wicked smile.
This was just like dinner with mafiosos or dragons. It was a social game where my negotiation skills were pitted against his, and whoever's was weaker, lost.
I wasn't about to lose, but I also had no actual way to force him to pay me and uphold his end of the deal. So I did the next best thing. I pretended like I did.
"Then you would be violating Clause 2-C of the contract your lawyers made me sign," I said.
There was no such contract. I had checked the game memories of the character I was playing. It had only been a verbal agreement. But he couldn't prove I was lying. It was midnight. All the lawyers had gone home already.
"Contract? I wasn't told about any contract!" He said.
