"So you are Bloom?" Peri sat over a seat in a domineering way while putting one leg over the other.
Bloom simply sat in front of her, while casually nodding.
"So I suppose you know who I'm, right?" she curiously asked while he also nodded. "Damn, you it's not a surprise though that Dockrey lost in front of you."
She laughed and he only smiled. He didn't plan to expose himself so early but he didn't mind telling her now. After all he had to meet her in the game and he didn't see any problem in telling her now after meeting Dockrey inside.
"You know you are such a lucky bastard," she laughed while her face showed how astonished and shocked she was.
"How so?" he said before adding with a confident smile, "I achieved everything with my two hands here."
She glanced at his raised hands before laughing, "I didn't mean that y'know, but the fact that you met me and Peri back in the game before meeting us here damn, every time I think about it I feel so much envious."
"Hahaha, this is just destiny," he laughed while adding, "I told you, you are going to be mine."
"Keep dreaming," she teased him, "Dockrey is still a good horse to bet on."
"A losing horse indeed is a bad bet," he sneered before adding, "besides you are already in love with me."
"Who said that?" she bellowed instantly while her face showed a tinge of redness.
"You lips my lady, they are damn hot, hehehe."
This time her face turned all red while her eyes widened for a moment before she took a deep breath and changed the subject:
"You came here wanting to make a deal with Peri's studio, not me."
"Hahaha, who said that? I came here to ruin Dockrey's night," he evilly laughed.
"So it's all about you and Dockrey? Humph, quite expected," she attacked instantly when she saw a chance and he had only to smile as he answered:
"I'm fighting for you, my lady, not him."
"But it's all about him."
"Everything is about you."
She stayed silent for a moment before sighing. "The Terry I know and heard much about isn't one tenth of you how come you deceived everyone for all these years? Huh?"
"Like you deceived the world with your fake identity," Bloom laughed while pointing out her little scheme here. "May I ask why?"
"None of your business."
He wanted to press again and ask but her tone and attitude coupled with her facial reactions during her brief response made him hesitate. 'She is hiding a bigger secret then,' he muttered to himself before saying:
"Alright, let's speak about the studio then."
"We aren't interested," she simply said, "c'mon, go up and leave," she pointed to the door as if she was kicking him out.
"Hahaha, it's not that easy to get rid of me."
"Damn, you are not less arrogant here than the game," she cursed out loud, "I told you we don't have any interest in dealing with any player for now."
"What if I have what you need?"
She returned her back to her seat while giving him an interesting look. "How come you know about what we need? Wait a minute How did come you know about our studio in the first place? It's not that famous out there."
"I have my own ways," he vaguely said, "after all I'm a reincarnated person."
"hahaha, nice trick."
He had to shake his head helplessly while muttering to himself, 'why every time I tell the truth no one believes me? That's quite harsh!'
"Tell me Mr. Prophet, what do we need and you can afford and I don't know?"
He couldn't help but grin. "Materials," he said.
"Play another trick," she laughed before adding, "I have all the materials you got and they aren't even near enough" she suddenly paused before asking, "wait a minute, how come you know we are looking for materials?"
"You have an army of lifestyle players," he said, revealing more of the Cyan studio's secrets, "and what you have is just nothing compared to what I got."
"Really?"
"If so then why would I let you all have the materials with no interest?"
She had a moment of pause before asking, "how many materials do you have? And what grade and level are they?"
"As much as you want," he confidently said.
"Wow, a tycoon is talking to me," she laughed while his face didn't change the serious expression it had. "I'm a tycoon in many things, you just don't know me quite well," he winked and her face turned slightly red.
"Alright," she said, "when the game returns you can show me your rich lion. But at least tell me some of what you have."
"I have" he paused before laughing, "level thirty, forty, and even fifty materials with grades from red up to gold."
"What the hell are you saying?" she got instant scare while jumping over her seat in a funny way, "no f*cking way you can have such materials early in the game."
"If I say I have, then I have what I said," he simply stated with extreme confidence, "and that's not just one or two, I'm talking about hundreds here."
"Damn!" she cursed in fear, "are you even playing the same game as us anymore?"
"Hahaha, you are the best person to judge me than anyone else," he laughed at her funny expression before adding, "Now, what do you say about my offer?"
"I have to first ascertain its authenticity," she didn't hurry to give an agreement here, "who knows what dirty tricks your foul lion mind would do."
"Who? Me? I'm just an innocent man," he laughed.
"Yeah, tell me about it," she shook her head before motioning to the door, "go out now, our meeting is done."
"This hurry?" he sneered, "I didn't know I made you this nervous."
"Who said?"
"You said."
"I never said."
"Your face said."
"Screw you," she laughed while waving her hand again, "go out now, we are done."
"I'm not done yet," he muttered before seriously asking, "what is going on inside your game company and CEO board?"