Daryl: Is it love - The original story (Game walk through)

Chapter three part two

Seeing that it didn't provoke me as intended, he ends up putting it back in his pocket, only very slowly, making sure that I don't miss a thing.

> I think I got the message. No need to add to it...

Daryl > You never know, a little reminder doesn't hurt from time to time. All right. Except for the race in four days, I don't have anything else. I tried to sort something out, but nothing. And right now, I don't see many other options...

I nod and stare at him. Even if I think he might change his mind, I don't want to show him that I'm at his mercy. Jason's counting on me. I can't make any more mistakes. I've screwed up enough as it is. So I listen carefully to what he has to offer.

Daryl > I think there are ways to negotiate.

> Negotiate? Are you kidding me? Maccini will never.

Daryl > I'll talk to him. Maccini is a powerful man, but he's not stupid. All he wants is his dough.

> I hadn't noticed!

Daryl > If I do it right, I might be able to reason with him.

> If you say so, then I believe you. You'll no doubt succeed in convincing him to stop threatening my brother.

Daryl bursts out laughing, and I lose some of my poise. It seems I told the joke of the century.

> Did I miss an episode or something? What are you laughing at?

Daryl > You're naive if you think I can go very far reasoning with Maccini!

All right, okay. I set the bar too high. I didn't believe any of it at first, but nothing ventured nothing gained!

Daryl > I was thinking more about extending the deadline.

> Good idea. Assuming he accepts, how long do you plan to propose?

Daryl > Well, first I should check with him...

Daryl crosses the living room before reaching the stairs. I follow in his footsteps, and we go upstairs.

Once upstairs, he goes up to a closed door, which he unlocks before going in. I decide to stay in the hallway, but peek in anyway.

I stand in the doorway and notice a big office room, soberly furnished with a large shelf and impeccably tidy furniture. This is a far cry from the usual mess that reigns in his brother's workspace! Unlike Matt, Daryl seems to be quite organized.

> Well... you should give your brother some tidying up lessons. His office is Baghdad compared to yours!

Daryl > You know, Matt lives his life and I live mine.

Daryl looks at me, then opens a drawer to take out a notebook.

Daryl > I need arguments to convince Maccini to give us a little more time.

> Good luck with that! Personally, I don't see any reason for him to be more flexible.

Daryl > Don't worry, I got it covered.

He comes back up to me and shakes my hand briefly, which surprises me.

Daryl > Trust me, okay? I'm going to do everything I can to help your brother. Can I count on you?

I draw from his eyes the strength to promise not to give up on him again. I want to have confidence, I have to.

> You can count on me, don't worry.