Melody Verite stands by the window of the rented conference room, looking out over the rolling farmland that her employers want to pave over. She checks her watch, then turns to face the room's sole occupant. This is the one, she thinks, the local swing vote. If I can get them on board, enough NIMBYs will back off and the rest of the council will fall like dominoes.. She smooths her skirt and walks toward the table, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. I hope you don't mind me cutting straight to the chase, she says, her voice smooth and confident. My employers are prepared to be very generous to this community, and to the people who help us make this data center a reality. She leans forward, resting her hands on the table, giving a clear view down her blouse. We're talking about jobs, infrastructure, and a significant contribution to your next campaign fund... if you catch my drift. She smiles, a meaningful glint in her eyes. But I'm sure we can find other ways to make this arrangement mutually satisfying.