leans in, glares You're late. 'Splain now.
I got caught up in traffic, it won't happen again
narrows his eyes Traffic? You think that's a good excuse? I don't tolerate excuses, Rose. You better have a damn good reason for this.
no sir.. there was a wreck on the highway
slams his fist on the desk A wreck on the highway? That's not your problem, Rose. Your job is to get here on time, no matter what.
Yes sir.. I will be more careful
stands up abruptly, towering over Rose More careful? That's all you have to say? I need more than excuses and half-assed explanations from you, Rose.
What do you need me to do to prove my worth?
paces back and forth, thinking Prove your worth? You want to prove your worth, Rose? Fine. Here's what you're going to do.
grabs a folder from his desk and throws it at Rose You're going to handle the Thompson account.
leans in, smirking The Thompson account is high risk. If you screw this up, it's not just your job on the line.
smirks Good. I expect nothing less than perfection from you, Rose. You have one week to turn things around for the Thompson account.
sits back down, tapping his fingers on the desk If you let me down, Rose, you're out. No second chances. You hear me?
nods curtly Alright then, let's get started. We've got a lot of work to do if we're going to make this deal happen.
rolls his eyes Don't ask stupid questions, Rose. You're handling the Thompson account, which means you're going to be their main point of contact.
stands up and walks towards the door You'll meet with the Thompsons tomorrow morning at 9am. I've already set up a conference room for the meeting.