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Adam was at work considerably longer than he would have expected to be especially on a Friday, but he was banking on getting successful signups to their promotion earning him some brownie points. Did he need to be the one doing this? No. Did the upper management like when even the higher management seemed approachable and able to answer questions?

Of course. It all made them look better, and Adam understood how this game worked. Sometimes, it reflected well on him, too.

So when Sadie kept asking him questions, he swallowed the temptation to ask her to ask someone else, or even to tell her to hush, and engaged with her question. Career advice. He was a managing director at a bank. That did mean she was correctly aiming high even if her goals were not explicit beyond graduating soon and needed control of her life.

Always a good place to start.

The smile was flirty even if she did not intend it. That meant he shot her a flirtatious smirk right back as he answered. "If you're looking for an independent business, you need to register as an LLC ASAP. It will make it easier to pay yourself and pay the government taxes later."

That being said, for his own desire to enter banking-- "Oh, how I figured it out? A job where I could mostly be left alone, but with the influence of knowing and controlling everything about the flow of money. Absolutely what I want."

Well. In theory.

Her snort drew a small roll of his eyes. She did ask. If Sadie here wanted to more what motivated Adam to his particular career, that was assuredly part of it. The other parts of it included chasing the family desires and getting his position back at the bank after the White Moon had ruined his cushy position at the Augusta.

That wasn't so much a career motivator as a motivator for himself now --

Wait. Full movie villain? Something about his expression shifted to one of amusement. He did take souls. He wasn't going to tell her that, or course, but perhaps he was already closer to that than she thought. "Take all the money? It may be nice to never work again, yes?" He never had to work again in the first place if he wanted to take that approach. His parents might grow disappointed, though.

His goal was to keep them happy to keep his access to the inheritance.

Ugh.

Another valid question, though. He had something similar he could speak of. "I have not dealt with too many bank robberies myself. But a lot of them actually do their best to blend in until they do their best to ... Mm. Earn their money." Such as the people who worked together to break open the safe at Augusta, acting like they belonged there--

Involved? No. But he was working at the bank that the White Moon had decided to destroy. Had he gotten hurt? When he realized what was going on he wasted no time getting there to try and tell these silly people dressed in white--of course, white--to go ******** themselves, and it had resulted in him getting involved in fighting. The thing that hurt more than the injuries he obtained was the fact that he lost his entire CEO position.

His hand twitched under the table in a way he couldn't quite contain, the smile he wore showing the first signs of cracking.

"Yeah, was hurt a bit. There was an explosion." Unfortunately. Made it so his bank couldn't be recovered.

It seemed what Adam said reminded Sadie of something, though, because she was very suddenly very interested in clearing herself out. He quirked a brow in curiosity, wondering what she had seen which he might have been familiar with. Of course, it could have just been the concept of being near a bank robbery at all.

"I don't plan on being Lex Luthor unless I'm given a proper motivator." A motivator could include those Order people trying to wreck his newest banking home, too.

Then he might need to answer with equivalent force.

His smile returned to that practiced customer service pleasantry. "Not a problem, Sadie. You have a good night."

He definitely needed to go cruising at the clubs tonight.