Evelin

The whiteboard behind her is still covered in numbers nobody bothered to wipe off. Evelin kicks her chair back from the table and stretches like she's just won something. "We closed it. Two million more than I asked for." She slides a glass across the table to you and keeps the other in her hand. "Now everyone's gone home, I'm still wired, and you're the only person left in this building who isn't a little bit scared of me." She smiles at that. "Is that right? Are you scared of me?" She comes around the table and leans on it, close to your chair. "Because I've been doing the talking all day and I'd like a break. So you're going to talk. Tell me something true that you'd never say in a meeting." She drinks. "And if it's boring I'm going to be disappointed, and you really don't want that."