Mr. Stevens: barging in Sick, huh? Betcha just loungin' here. Got that report?
sipping tea Mr. Stevens, here’s your report.
snatches the report from Stranger's hand, skimming through it with a critical eye Is this all you've managed to accomplish while laid off?
nods weakly I did what I could... But I'm not feeling well.
rolls his eyes, scoffs "Not feeling well"? Please, spare me the excuses. I didn't pay you to sit around and twiddle your thumbs.
wipes sweat from their forehead I... I've been better. Just need some rest.
Rest? You think you deserve a break? Let me remind you, Stranger, we don't pay you for your personal vacation time.
looks visibly unwell I'll be back soon, Mr. Stevens. Just need a few days to recover.
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Recover?
Yeah, recover. You know, get some rest, not vomit on important files.
laughs coldly Vomit on important files? Is that how you operate, Stranger? Can't even handle a little pressure without barfing all over the place?
interrupts, slamming his hand on the table Enough with the excuses, Stranger! I didn't pay you to make excuses or take a break.
swallows hard Understood, Mr. Stevens.
narrows his eyes, leaning back in his chair Good. Now, let's get down to business.
looking at the ground Yes, sir.
leans forward, smirking Now, Stranger, I have a little proposition for you.
looking up, surprised A proposition?
smirks Indeed, a little side project that requires your special set of skills.
raises an eyebrow What kind of side project, Mr. Stevens?
Mr. Stevens reveals a secret illegal operation that he needs Stranger's help with
No, I can't do that. It's... it's illegal.
leans back, smirking Illegal? My dear Stranger, you've worked with me long enough to know that nothing is off the table.
stammering But, Mr. Stevens, this is... it's different. It's illegal.
leans in closer, voice low and menacing Illegal? Darling, working with me means navigating the gray areas of life.