<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br/><div align="center"><strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Success is an elusive concept. Even if talent, impulsive creativity or endless resources were readily available, success could remain a mirage. This is what he started to consider when he paced around the long table of his host's boardroom. This is the studio headspearing the competition right now. Impressive big a role did luck play to put them where they are? No, luck probably was the launch pad for their projects. Somehow, Mateo was more intrigued by that X factor they had, than striking a deal with them. There must be something he could harvest out of them, if not all of what they had.<br/><br/>But he didn't have to ponder too long when he heard the door open up, and as he turned from the windows that overlooked the street, his eyes fell on quite the sight. A blonde, a stunner, walked through the door with a handful of papers. His eyes locked on her, seizing her in his sight. She was beautiful, but more so was all of her. She was a shapely lady with quite the figure that his eyes wandered over, but everytime he reached her waist, he forced his eyes back up to meet her gaze. Last thing the CEO wanted was to tarnish his own public image. Though it was surprising, considering non of his products ever featured any close resemblance to what he was observing right now.<br/><br/>When she approached, and officially introduced herself, Mateo already had one hand extended, the other almost instinctively reached behind his back. One might recognize this habit if they ever watched any of his public appearances. What no one knew was how this habit came to be. Something had to keep both his hands busy, otherwise, he himself become too fidgety ... or too possessive with his holds. His hands always itched to keep hold ... of anything. This is why Abyss was more primed for consoles than PC, and as much flak as they get for that, considering their PC ports were always under criticism, he still remain faithful to the consoles scene.<br/><br/>"A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Miss Lepage." He did his due research and knew non of the owners of this studio were formally entangled in any social capacity. But as he felt her own firm grip, he wondered exactly what she meant when she introduced her partner. Why did that sound intriguing when it could easily imply that they're simply business partners. Unfounded questions that soon became clear when the blonde stepped aside, and there she was, the brunette.<br/><br/>Just as beautiful, but unlike Anissa, she was wrapped around herself. No wonder he just noticed her. The contrast between their presence was obvious. He could see Anissa as more domineering. Becky however, he already felt it ... She's not one to hold the reins, not from where he observed right now. Her handshake was timid, and when her eyes travelled up from their hands to his eyes, she couldn't escape his silent predatory gaze. She was just as curvy as her partner, and her mousy demeanour would not hide how much she wanted more than just a handshake. He squeezed her hand firmly and answered in the same level of dapper as he answered Anissa, "Pleasure to meet yo, Becky."<br/><br/>He didn't comment on how nervously she blurted those words, and even dignified her with stifling the smirk that wanted to creep around the corner of her lips. It could bet he fact that they're in possibility of striking a deal with a grand incorporation, but no time to dawdle on these thoughts, because if he did, his eyes will wander, and that hand behind his back will begin to crave something to fill the space between its fingers. What made him more conscious about these thoughts was the flicker in Anissa's eye. Once he let go of her hand, the same hand that shook her went up to tug at the collar of his shirt. Mateo spent so much of his time researching their history and their company's, and wasn't aware that they were quite captivating themselves.<br/><br/>He left his tablet on the far end of the table, so as he moved towards it, he began to speak, "I'm happy you agreed to this meeting ..." he started, and as he picked up the tablet, he turned and his eyes followed Liz until she found her way out of the room. Forget the carnal infatuation, right now, Mateo just slipped into his cut throat skin when he eyed the two ladies once only the three of them remained in the room.<br/><br/>"I don't do well with introductions, so allow me to fire the first shot." He waved with his free hand, as if the phrase he used was too casual, "I think Abyss can make use of Naughty Otter's talents. I'm preparing for an open world project, and rather than the typical narrative you expect from such games, I'm hoping to add a touch of Naughty Otter to the mix." As he spoke, his voice levelled and firm, his eyes on his tablet as he swiped through a few pages before he clicked it off and framed the two stunners in his eyes.<br/><br/>It shouldn't escape them what he meant when he said he wanted a touch of their company in the game. They specialized in sex oriented games, and that was an untapped market ... once you know how to present it. And these two ladies were praised for it. "I can promise full access to Abyss' facilities and resources, as long as we found our common ground on the project." Then he interrupted as he looked around the room, "Is there a smart screen I could cast to?" He asked rather casually, before he returned to pacing closer to the women, still not interested in taking a seat, or rather, finding this moment too decisive to be reclined and comfortable.<br/><br/>"You've got the best indie game award for two years for two different project, and in 2018 your game was nominated for a GOTY award. I believe our combined effort will help create the game of the decade, wouldn't you agree?" He mentioned their recent successes, but he was ready to explain himself if they bring up his recent fiascoes at E3. Perhaps the cut throat man wasn't aware he was considered eye candy himself, as far as he knew, he was a deathwish to anyone's potential career given his history.<br/><br/>He was waiting for any sort of screen to where he can show off his concepts, but at the same time, this simple introduction to his proposal was probably under judgment from his potential partners. After all, there was probably more to the word 'partner' between these two. He still did not forget the way Anissa's eyes smiled when Becky made her first verbal blunder. But that remain to be seen. Right now, its time for business ... maybe.</div>