Collab between [@Sigma] and [@Dog]
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Columbia 
Calvard Province
City of Neo Angeles  
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Greed and ambition are two traits that fuel Ustonian Megacorps, for their thirst for ever-increasing profits and power can never be satisfied - they always want more and more. Anything that presents a threat to these goals will be stomped upon with extreme prejudice. The call for better Union representation and creation greatly threatens Ustonian corporate profit margins in Neo Angeles. No matter what the Megacorp, unionized labor is not a friend to Ustonian Megacorps. Luckily for the corpos, Neo Angeles is home to many politicians willing to work with corporate interests….

“Mayor Dwight Grant, It's good to meet you! My name is Tyler,” says a sleazy man properly dressed in a blue suit and tie. The man sits down on a chair, taking a quick look at Grant’s office before focusing his attention on the mayor. 

“From the last time we met, General Business Machines made a very generous donation to your city’s charity fund for orphans - among other things. Of course, I am here again on the behalf of G.B.M to ask about the upcoming bill that is to be voted upon,” Tyler hands over a yellow folder.

In that yellow folder was Bill-41A - legislation filled with pages of legal jargon and terms. If one were to read it in its full and comb its finer details then the bill would effectively limit the abilities of Unions to organize and represent. Likewise, it presented city tax cuts to corporations and limited a few key rights for workers. 

“We would like to ask you to support the bill. How does that sound, Mr. Grant?” Tyler folds his arms and waits for an answer. 
The Mayor took the folder, giving the bill a cursory look, a worried expression forming. ‘While I am thankful for G.B.M’s donations….this bill seems a bit…risky.” Dwight said. “Election year is coming up…what if this leaks to the public? It’ll look very…problematic for the both of us.”

“We could always bankroll your election, provided by yours truly. After all, almost all the non-incumbents are not as wealthy as us. Support us and we’ll be more than happy to support your political endeavors with plenty of financial backing through our third channels,” Tyler notes.

The proposition was quite…promising, and could very well guarantee quite the political career, but at the same time, this felt like a trap, that may sink the mayor. Despite his doubts, his ambitious side got the better of them, and despite all the warning signs, took the offer. “Very well, support me and we can guarantee a fruitful partnership, and we, of course, keep this little chat between us, yes?”

“My lips are sealed, Mr. Grant. Happy doing business with you,” Tyler extends a hand, offering a handshake. 

Dwight gripped Tyler's hand, as they both shook hands. “And to you.” He said with a smirk.