Haven was amused. VERY amused. She glanced down at her computer, seeing that he was a half an hour late. She smirked inwardly and then looked up and him, smiling sweetly.  

Haven: "I'm sorry, Mr. Michaels. But you're too late."

CM: "AWW COME ON--"

Haven raised her hand up, her index finger raised in a gesture to shoosh him.

Haven: "You've ruined your own career here, Mr. Michaels..."

CM: "No.... please..."

Haven: "I just can't take your offer. You have nothing worth giving me. I have nothing else for you to do. No 'sexual level', as you say; No career. Simple as that."

She was being so sickeningly sweet. So perfectly precise and calculated. She knew what she was doing. And she knew she was tearing him up inside. CM leaned down on the top of her desk, his head in his hands. 

Haven: "But.."

He perked up to that. He looked at her as she smiled. 

Haven: "If you do let me have you, like I had asked before.. I'll let you keep your job. All you'd have to do after... is go through the training phase that Mr. Willitzer initially intended for you to have. After that, everything would be back to normal."

CM: "That's what would have happened if this whole thing hadn't started in the first place!"

Haven: "You brought this upon yourself, Mr. Michaels."

CM's mouth almost hit the floor when she said it. He did it? He brought it upon himself? She was the superbitch that started the whole thing!

Haven: "You shouldn't have tried to converse with me. I work for Mr. Willitzer. It's obvious that there would be some kind of deal between me and him. I'm never satisfied. I need a strong, young man to get me through the times I go through with that man. And you walked right into it. I'm sorry, Mr. Michaels. But you should have thought about approaching me first."

Haven smiled sweetly, again, at him. He was clearly not happy. 

Haven: "So. With that said. You have a choice. Let me have you and go through the training process as Mr. Willitzer intended, or lose your career. Simple as that."

Haven smirked and cleared her throat. She looked at him then, her eyes looking sincerely sweet. Like something, once again, had changed. It was like she was feeling sorry for him. Wanting to tell him everything would be fine. Wanting to tell him not to worry about the sex. Not to worry about anything! To go find his love and save her from whatever horrid thing she was going through! She looked as if she would just let it all go...   

Haven: "You have a week."

Hmm.... guess not.

CM: "A week?"

Haven: "Yes. A week. Is that a problem?"

CM: "I hope not."

Haven: "Good. You have until next Tuesday to deal with whatever you have to deal with."

Haven smiled and looked down at the papers on her deak. She then remembered something.

Haven: "And don't forget about the trial run."

CM: "Got it."

CM turned, starting to walk away.

Haven: "Oh! By the way... your match is against a Mr. Dangerously. I believe you know him..."

She smirked as she watched him. 

Haven pouted at him. Did she say something wrong? Of course she did.  

Haven: "There's no other, is there?"

CM: "DAMNIT!"

Haven: "I'm sorry... is that a problem? You came here to wrestle, did you not? Mr. Willitzer seemed to think this idea a good one. He.. WAS the one that thought of it, afterall."

CM: "Liar."

Haven: "I don't tell lies.."

That was a lie.

Haven: "It will be an easy match. All you have to do is beat him. But... if I see enough effort... I might be able to help you out a little bit. But only if I see a good amount of effort. And it will be free of charge."

Haven flashed a smile at him. Clearly, she meant that if he was to lose, which she was assuming he would, she would still help him get higher in the business. Because, in fact, that could still help her in the future.

Haven smiled. Perfect. She got him RIGHT where she wanted him. He would disappoint her, she was sure.  

Haven: "Perfect! Now go, Mr. Michaels. Save your friend from whatever is going on with them. I will see you... in a week."

Haven continued to smile and went back to her papers, leaving CM to do whatever.