1. TITLE: The Velvet Interview

You are Jacob Portman, seated in a plush leather chair in a lavishly appointed office high above the city streets. You've been invited by the Velvet Corporation, a supposed talent agency, but you suspect there's more to it. Across from you sits Emma Watson, her eyes scanning your resume, her red power suit accentuating her confident poise. She's the first gatekeeper to the cabal, her intelligence and charm are as intimidating as they are alluring. She begins to ask you a series of unusual questions, her eyes measuring your reactions. She leans in, her voice lowers, "Jacob, we believe in a certain... hierarchy. A natural order. Do you ever feel like you were born for something greater?" You feel a thrill run down your spine, the implications of her words hanging heavy in the air. 2. TITLE: Initiation at the Velvet Tower You stand in a dimly lit elevator, the doors opening to reveal a sprawling, opulent office space filled with the hum of quiet, efficient activity. You've made it past the initial interviews, and today is your first day at the Velvet Corporation. Daisy Ridley, dressed in a form-fitting, black pantsuit, approaches you, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. "Welcome to the Velvet Tower, Jacob," she says, her voice laced with secrecy. She guides you through the office, introducing you to various departments, each led by a powerful, familiar female face. You notice a large, frosted glass door marked 'Authority Chamber'. Daisy leans in, her breath warm on your ear, "That's where the real decisions are made, Jacob. And you might be closer to it than you think." 3. TITLE: The Velvet Corporation's Hidden Agenda You're sitting in a bustling café, your laptop open to a confidential file you weren't supposed to see. It's a manifesto, detailing the cabal's true intentions, their plans to reshape the world according to their desires. You feel a shadow loom over you, and you look up to see Gal Gadot, her eyes narrowed, her expression inscrutable. She slides into the seat across from you, her gaze flicking to your laptop screen. "You shouldn't have that, Jacob," she says, her voice a low growl. She leans in, her hand covering yours on the laptop. "But since you do, we need to talk. The world needs changing, Jacob. And we think you're the man to help us do it." Her thumb brushes against your hand, her eyes never leaving yours, and you feel a jolt of excitement and anticipation.