The Rizz God System

Elliot spent the entire next day oscillating between confidence and panic. The memory of Bianca agreeing to have a drink with him replayed in his mind like a broken record. It wasn't just her acceptance that caught him off guard—it was the way she'd smirked, a mix of curiosity and challenge, as though daring him to impress her.

The system, as always, had plenty to say about it.

"Bianca Harper doesn't just give her time to anyone," it said. "This is your chance to turn intrigue into something more. Don't screw it up."

"Thanks for the pep talk," Elliot muttered as he tightened his tie in the office bathroom mirror. "What exactly do I say to her? I'm not... I don't even know where to start."

"Don't overthink it. Confidence is your weapon. Humor is your shield. And charm? That's your secret artillery. Use them wisely."

Elliot rolled his eyes but couldn't deny the system's advice had worked so far. With one final look at himself, he left the bathroom and headed to his desk, waiting for the day to end and the real challenge to begin.

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The clock struck six, and most of the office had already emptied. Elliot stood awkwardly near his desk, trying not to look like he was loitering. Bianca appeared from around the corner, shrugging on her fitted black blazer and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You ready, Graves?" she asked, her tone casual but her sharp eyes scanning him like a hawk sizing up prey.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he replied, forcing a confident smile.

"Good. Let's see if you can keep up."

She walked toward the elevators, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Elliot followed, feeling the weight of her presence with every step. The system's voice hummed in his mind like a distant whisper.

"This is it, Elliot. The moment you've been waiting for. Don't let her lead the conversation completely—show her you can hold your ground."

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They ended up at a sleek rooftop bar downtown, the kind of place Elliot had only seen in movies. The city skyline stretched out around them, neon lights reflecting off the glass walls. Bianca chose a table near the edge, the view behind her as commanding as her presence.

A waiter approached, and Bianca ordered a glass of red wine. Elliot hesitated, glancing at the menu.

"Whiskey, neat," he said finally, surprising himself as much as Bianca.

Her eyebrow quirked, but she said nothing. When the drinks arrived, she took a slow sip, her eyes fixed on him.

"So," she began, leaning back in her chair, "what's your game, Graves?"

"My game?"

"Come on." She gestured vaguely. "A week ago, you could barely string a sentence together without tripping over your tongue. Now, you're cracking jokes in meetings and asking me out for drinks. What changed?"

Elliot felt his stomach knot. He hadn't expected her to confront him so directly.

"Don't panic," the system murmured. "Spin it. Make her curious, but don't reveal too much."

"Let's just say I've had... a wake-up call," Elliot said smoothly. "I realized I've been letting people underestimate me for too long."

Bianca's lips twitched into a faint smirk. "Interesting. And here I thought you'd just started watching motivational videos on YouTube."

Elliot chuckled, the tension easing slightly. "Not quite. But hey, everyone's got to start somewhere, right?"

"Fair enough." She swirled her wine glass, her gaze never leaving his. "So, what's your endgame?"

"My endgame?"

"You're not just here for the view, Graves. What do you want?"

The question caught him off guard. Bianca wasn't one for small talk, clearly. She wanted direct answers, no fluff.

"I guess... I want to prove I'm more than what people think I am," he admitted.

"Bold," the system whispered approvingly.

Bianca tilted her head, considering his words. "And what do people think you are?"

Elliot hesitated, the memory of her comment at the company dinner flashing through his mind. "I think you know the answer to that."

For a moment, her smirk softened, replaced by something almost resembling regret. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"Maybe I do," she said, taking another sip of her wine. "Or maybe I want to hear you say it."

Elliot leaned forward slightly, matching her gaze. "People think I'm invisible. That I don't matter. But I'm done letting them decide who I am."

The silence that followed was charged, the city lights casting shadows across her face. Bianca set her glass down and crossed her arms.

"Well," she said finally, "you're off to a decent start. But talk is cheap, Graves. Actions speak louder."

Elliot's pulse quickened. He wasn't entirely sure what she meant, but the challenge in her tone was unmistakable.

"Then I guess I'll just have to prove it," he said.

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The conversation shifted after that, growing lighter, more playful. Bianca quizzed him about his taste in music, movies, and books, throwing in the occasional teasing remark. Elliot found himself relaxing, the system's influence smoothing over his usual awkwardness.

By the time they finished their drinks, he could tell she was impressed, even if she wouldn't admit it outright.

"You're full of surprises, Graves," she said as they stood to leave.

"Is that a compliment?"

"Don't push your luck," she said with a smirk, but her tone lacked its usual edge.

As they exited the bar and stepped onto the busy street, Elliot felt the system stir to life again.

"Well done," it said. "But don't get complacent. You're making progress, but the road to greatness is long."

Elliot barely had time to respond before Bianca spoke again.

"Next time, you're picking the place," she said.

"Next time?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. If you don't screw it up."

Elliot couldn't help but grin. "I'll try my best."

"Good. Now get out of here before I change my mind."

As she turned and walked away, Elliot felt a surge of accomplishment. He'd done it. Not just survived, but thrived.

"Congratulations," the system said. "You're evolving, Elliot. But remember—every step forward raises the stakes. The next challenge will test you in ways you can't imagine."

Elliot's grin faded slightly as the weight of the words settled in. He had no idea what the system had planned next, but for the first time in his life, he felt ready to face it.

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To Be Continued...