The Rizz God System

The office was unusually quiet the next morning. The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, and the faint sound of typing echoed across the rows of cubicles. Elliot sat at his desk, staring at the glowing notification from the Rizz God System on his phone.

"New Mission Assigned: Gain Bianca's Trust Completely."

Reward: +100 Confidence Points, New Skill Unlock: Emotional Manipulation (Advanced).**

Failure Consequence: Bianca Becomes Suspicious (Relationship Progression Locked).

Trust. It was such a simple word, yet it carried an enormous weight. Gaining Bianca Harper's trust wouldn't be easy—not when she was sharp, observant, and always three steps ahead of everyone around her.

"You seem troubled, Elliot," the system purred, its smooth voice filling his ears. "A little self-doubt creeping in, perhaps?"

"It's not self-doubt," Elliot murmured under his breath, careful not to draw attention. "It's... concern. If I mess this up, it's not just the mission that fails—it's the progress I've made with her."

"Good. That means you care. But remember, Elliot, trust isn't given—it's earned. Now, let's strategize. You need to show vulnerability without seeming weak. Be open without being desperate. It's a fine line, but I trust you'll walk it."

Elliot sighed and rubbed his temple. Just then, a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Graves!"

Bianca stood near the entrance of the office kitchen, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. She gestured for him to join her.

"Coming!" Elliot said, grabbing his mug and walking over, trying to suppress the nervous flutter in his chest.

Bianca leaned against the counter, her sharp green eyes scanning him as he approached. "You seem distracted today. Something on your mind?"

Elliot forced a smile. "Just... one of those mornings, I guess."

She tilted her head, studying him. "You know, Graves, you've been surprising me a lot lately. Confidence, wit—you've almost become... charming."

"Almost?" Elliot said with a smirk.

Bianca chuckled, a rare sound that felt like a small victory. "Don't get cocky. But listen, I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure. What's up?"

"There's a client event tomorrow night. Richard wants someone from our team there to represent the company, and... I don't trust Aaron to handle it."

Elliot's stomach flipped at the mention of Aaron, but he kept his expression neutral. "You want me to go?"

"I want us to go," Bianca corrected. "It's easier to manage clients when you're not flying solo. Plus, I'd rather have someone I can rely on."

The system's voice was practically purring in Elliot's ear. "This is perfect, Elliot. A professional event, away from prying office eyes. Opportunities for trust—and intimacy—will present themselves. Don't waste them."

"Absolutely," Elliot said without hesitation. "I'd be happy to join you."

Bianca nodded, satisfied. "Good. I'll send you the details. Dress sharp, Graves—it's a classy crowd."

She walked away, leaving Elliot standing in the kitchen with his mug of coffee and the weight of his next challenge pressing down on his shoulders.

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The next evening, Elliot stood outside an upscale hotel, the golden glow of its lights spilling onto the marble pavement. His tailored charcoal suit felt snug, but the system had insisted he "look the part" if he wanted to succeed.

"Confidence, Elliot. Remember, you belong here just as much as anyone else."

Elliot adjusted his tie and walked inside. The grand ballroom was packed with men in sharp suits and women in elegant dresses. Soft jazz played from a live quartet in the corner, and servers floated across the floor with trays of champagne.

Near the bar, Bianca stood out even among the glamorous crowd. Her emerald green dress hugged her figure, and her auburn hair cascaded down one shoulder in soft waves. She spotted Elliot immediately, her lips curling into a faint smile.

"You clean up well, Graves," she said as he approached.

"So do you," Elliot replied smoothly.

She handed him a glass of champagne, and they moved together into the crowd. Bianca introduced him to clients, partners, and executives, and Elliot found himself navigating conversations with surprising ease. The system nudged him subtly, feeding him lines and adjusting his timing to keep the rhythm of social interaction flawless.

At one point, they stepped aside for a moment of reprieve. Bianca leaned against a tall marble column, swirling her champagne glass thoughtfully.

"You're handling yourself well tonight, Elliot," she said softly. "I'm... impressed."

The words carried weight, and Elliot could feel the sincerity in her tone.

"Thank you, Bianca. That means a lot coming from you."

Her sharp green eyes softened for just a moment, and Elliot felt the tension between them shift. Vulnerability—it was there, faint but real.

"Careful," the system murmured. "This is your moment, Elliot. Don't overplay it."

"Bianca," Elliot said carefully, "can I ask you something?"

She looked at him, her gaze steady. "Go ahead."

"Why did you really bring me here tonight?"

For a moment, Bianca hesitated. She looked away, staring into the crowd. "Because... I trust you, Graves. And I don't say that lightly."

Elliot's chest tightened. The system's voice was quiet now, as if it understood the gravity of the moment.

"And I won't let you down," Elliot said softly.

Bianca turned back to him, her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something else. But before she could, a sharp voice cut through the moment.

"Well, isn't this cozy."

Both turned to see Aaron Blake approaching, his suit sharp and his smirk sharper. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand, and his icy blue eyes flicked between Elliot and Bianca with unhidden amusement.

"Didn't expect to see you two huddled up over here," Aaron said.

Elliot felt the system coil inside his mind, its voice razor-sharp. "Stay calm. Don't let him derail this."

"Aaron," Bianca said flatly. "I wasn't aware you were invited tonight."

"Oh, I have my ways," Aaron said smoothly. "You know me—I always find a way to the party."

The three stood in tense silence. Aaron's smirk lingered, but his eyes locked onto Elliot, cold and calculating.

"Well, don't let me interrupt," Aaron said finally, raising his glass before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like a shadow.

Bianca exhaled, her posture stiff. "That man is like a snake in a suit."

"Agreed," Elliot said.

The system spoke softly. "Aaron isn't just here for fun. He's playing a deeper game, Elliot. Stay sharp."

Bianca straightened and looked at Elliot, her confidence returning. "Come on, Graves. We have clients to charm."

As they walked back into the crowd, Elliot's mind buzzed with suspicion and unease. Aaron was becoming more than just an office rival—he was a threat. And the stakes were getting higher with every step.

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To Be Continued...