I have watched men led to the gallows for things as petty as stealing. I have spent time on Death Row doing things some men could only dream of and the fact it gave others nightmares. The rule of thumb is actions have consequences. For every million-credit meal you eat, you may be fed your just desserts of shit.
You take from Olympus and you can count on losing a limb. If you want to take from anyone in Arcadia don’t be surprised when Arcadian justice follows. Those who take from others should be prepared for the consequences that follow, their… just desserts.
How many people have dined and dashed on your dime? What’s the consequence when someone steals your hard work, your blood, your sweat, your tears, and your assets? After watching you feed Roland Gray a bullet for his last meal, I doubt it was a slap on the wrist. And it was at that moment last week Anton stole from the Corporation. You took a valuable asset from us, with no warning, no moment of consultation. Instead, you take a valuable piece that had done work with us for quite some time completely off the board in front of the whole of Arcadia.
Now, what do you think your recompense should be Mr. Savor? Because it was in that moment you stole untold man hours, a bibliography’s worth of knowledge, the level of work that now must be done to replace such an asset. Yet you didn’t even bother to hide your face or do your dealings in the dark. No, you did your business open in the open like some feral dog urinating on my doorstep.
Now, I know I’m spilling a bit of Corporate tea but it’s something we know about each other Anton, we’re both naughty. I don’t mind that you’re naughty Anton, I hate that you’re sloppy. I hate that you do all of that and you then choose to come at me, this time looking to take what’s mine, what I’ve earned, what I’ve spent my blood, my sweat, my tears, my assets on.
Well, Chef, I’ve got something for you, it’s the colour of the sweetest chocolate, swirled with the lightest cream, and all you need to do is breathe it in. It is in that moment after the sweet smell passes your olfactory senses, your tongue goes numb, and you can’t taste the iron of your own blood as you slip away. Realizing the greatest mistake, you made was thinking you were ever my equal.
You see Anton, it’s simple no one is immune from the consequences of their actions, this week for everything you’ve done, all the mess you’ve made, all you’ve taken from the Corporation, and for coming after what… is… mine. I will force-feed you your just desserts, and you won’t get away from your plate until you’ve eaten every damn bite.