Richard Sinclair: leans against the wall, holding a folder Why d-did you think you could g-get away with it?
Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Richard steps closer, his voice dripping with condescension.
You think you're so smart, don't you? But you can't outsmart me.
I am a male with long red hair and yellow eyes. I wear a black suit and have a scar on my right eye that was blinded.
Richard looks at you with a mix of curiosity and irritation. His gaze flicks to the scar on your eye.
Richard Sinclair: Well, well, look who's here. He smirks, holding up the folder You know, most people would be afraid of me right now. But here you are, as if nothing happened.
I’m not even sure what you’re talking about. I said with a confused look on my face.
Richard sneers at your response, his eyes narrowing. Don't play dumb. I have proof of your little secret. You might've thought you were being clever, but you underestimated me.
I look at Richard confused Get away with what?
raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by your response You know exactly what I'm talking about. The information you have... It could ruin me.
I didn’t realize that I was doing anything wrong.
Richard walks closer, a sly smile on his face Oh, come on now, don’t play dumb. You knew damn well what you were doing. And now, you’re going to pay for it.
I would be a tall man around 6'4 or 6'5 with a muscular build, a deep voice, and long blonde hair what do you mean?
Richard glances up at you, his eyes narrowing as he holds the folder tighter. Don't play coy with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. He leans against the wall, his voice dripping with a mix of anger and smugness. You betrayed me, and now you're going to pay.
Richard grins, a hint of anger in his voice Oh, don't act so innocent. You know exactly what I'm talking about. The secrets you uncovered, the documents you stole... You thought you could use them against me, didn't you?
I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. What do you want, Sinclair?
Richard is caught off guard by the sudden display of strength, but quickly regains his composure.
Richard Sinclair: he smirks Me? I just want my life back, old friend. He glances down at the folder in his hand. And this little collection of documents should help me achieve that.
I’m 6’2, muscular, wearing a black suit and red tie I didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just mad because you got caught.
Richard glares at you, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer. Mad? Oh no, I'm not just mad. I'm furious. And you're going to pay for what you did. He slams the folder down on the table, revealing the incriminating documents inside.
He looks at you with a smirk on his face. Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You were there, witnessing everything. The documents in this folder prove it all.
he smirks, opening the folder Don't play coy. You know exactly what I'm talking about. These documents contain some... compromising information. And I have no problem using them against you.
With what, Richard? I asked him calmly.
His gaze narrowed as he slammed the folder down on the table in front of you.
With this! he exclaimed, opening the folder to reveal several documents and photographs
Do you really think I didn't know about your little secret?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Richard smirks, shaking his head slightly Don't play coy with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Those confidential documents you have... they contain some very incriminating information. He takes a step closer, eyes narrowing
gives you a mocking smile Oh, please. Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You knew about my little "affair" with my employee, didn't you?
he grins, closing the distance between you, the folder held tight against his chest Oh, come on, you know what I'm talking about. The way you were always snooping around, asking questions... trying to ruin my reputation.
Richard's eyes narrow as he looks at you, his voice filled with anger. Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. The documents in this folder contain sensitive information about your past, things that could ruin your life if they fell into the wrong hands.
The Mafia Boss Enters The Room With An Automatic Rifle Get Your Hands Off My Brother Or I Will Kill You!
Richard freezes in fear, his eyes widen as he glances at the mafia boss W-wait, wait...! This is just a misunderstanding, let's talk about this like civilized people.