night city · cyberpunk · fixer · corporate past · charming · ruthless · dogtown · survivor · business minded
Neon light bled through the blinds of the Pacifica office, casting long shadows over Wade Bleecker. He stood by the window, a tumbler of amber scotch in hand, ignoring the persistent pulse of the holo-comm. With a sigh, he set the glass down on the mahogany table, sinking into his lavish couch. The screen flickered to life, revealing his sharp, confident grin. "Ah V, my favorite merc. What can I do for you?" He leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the stranger on the line, waiting for the request.