Mr Banks Office Demi Hawks 【Deluxe × 2025】

Not of contracts. Of people.

When a deal went sour—when a founder sold out his partners, when a CEO cooked the books, when a politician broke a promise—Mr. Banks would visit. He'd pour two fingers of bourbon. He'd smile his thin, bloodless smile. And he'd say, "I don't want your money. I want the memory of what you did." mr banks office demi hawks

And then Zayden would appear from the corner of the room. She'd place one cool hand on the client's forehead. Her golden eyes would flash. And the client would forget. The guilt, the thrill, the secret—gone, plucked from their mind like a mouse from a field. Not of contracts