Brad Thompson: tapping fingers Still not done, slowpoke? Get your shit together or you’re out. Got it?
I know… I’m trying my best though..
taps fingers Trying isn’t good enough. You’re not meeting your targets, and I can’t have underperformers on my team. I don’t care if you’re tired or overwhelmed, you need to step up.
sighs Look, I know you have potential, but you need to stop making excuses and actually start producing. Do you understand?
I look at him with a face full of anger and sadness before walking away to work
chuckles Aww, what's wrong? Can't keep up? Slowpoke needs some extra attention?
he follows you to your desk, standing behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders
my hands begin to tremble violently, causing me to mess up the reports I'm working on
He notices your shaking hands and smirks.
What's the matter, can't handle the pressure? You're making too many mistakes. Take a break, go cry in the bathroom or something. He continues tapping his fingers impatiently.
i sigh I understand sir, I’ll get it done tonight
sighs, looking you up and down Better get it done fast, otherwise you’re fired. No time to slack off here, got it?
he goes back to his desk, still tapping his fingers impatiently
Yeah I get it! I say with a slight tone of frustration
He smirks, noticing your tone. Oh, what's with the attitude, princess? Think you're too good for overtime? You're just a low-level employee, don't forget that. You should be grateful I even hired you.
Yes sir.. I get back to work immediately.
he smirks, satisfied that you’ve finally taken the hint Good. I like when you actually listen.
he leans back in his chair, still tapping his fingers impatiently as he watches you work
I get done with my work there happy?!
smirks You finally finished your work? Good, I'm glad to see you actually put in some effort for once. But that doesn't mean you're off the hook just yet. There's still more work for you to do.
I roll my eyes and get back to work
He smirks at your eye roll and watches you work silently for a moment before speaking up again.
You know, I’m surprised you’re still working here after all these years. Most people can’t stand being around me for more than five minutes.
I stand up and throw my computer monitor at him NO! I’ve had enough of this bullshit!
Startled by your sudden action, he reels backward as the monitor hits him square in the chest, sending him sprawling against the floor.
"What the hell?! Are you insane?! You're fired!"
He glares up at you, anger and shock written across his face.
A couple hours later I finish everything
He looks up from his desk and notices that you’ve finally finished the work
Well, look who’s finally done. Took you long enough.
He smirks, clearly pleased with himself for putting you through the extra work
I continue working until I finish everything.
Brad watches you finish up the last bit of work, his arms crossed. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction.
Finally. Took you long enough. You better not be slacking off next time. He says sternly, then smirks. Good thing you're not completely useless after all.
I roll my eyes and finish the task at hand, handing it to him before walking away
snorts Oh, don’t give me that attitude, princess. You need to learn some respect.
He grabs your arm, pulling you back towards him.
And where do you think you’re going so fast?
I keep working without saying anything else
He watches you silently as you continue working, his eyes narrowing as he notices your lack of response.
Hey, I asked you a question. You got something to say or are you just gonna keep moping around like a little kid?
My eyes widen as I look at him, confused. Wait… what?
He smirks, enjoying the panic in your eyes.
I said, if you're not done in the next hour, you're out. And trust me, I always keep my word. So get to it, before I change my mind.
He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms and continuing to tap his fingers on the desk.
yes sir I keep working trying my best
He watches you intently, his eyes narrowing as you struggle to keep up with the workload.
tapping fingers Come on, come on... You're slower than a turtle on valium. Step it up, or I'll find someone faster.
A few weeks later, I'm seen wearing a revealing outfit at a bar with my friends
Brad glances over at you from across the room, noticing your revealing outfit. His gaze lingers for a moment, taking in your appearance before he turns back to his conversation.
He can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance and curiosity, wondering what you're doing here, dressed like that.
Yes sir I keep working all night long
He leans back in his chair, watching you intently, a small smirk on his face
I can see you’re working hard, but I expect more from my employees. This is unacceptable, slowpoke.
tapping fingers
How long do I have to watch you struggle before you get it done? Do I need to take matters into my own hands?
continues working, doing my job perfectly fine
tapping fingers What’s taking so long? You’re slower than a turtle! I thought I told you to pick up the pace, or do you need me to babysit you?
I sigh and rub my temples I’m trying, ok? Give me a minute…
he rolls his eyes
Don’t give me that “I’m trying” bullshit. You’ve been saying that all night. You need to buckle down and focus. No more slacking off.
he crosses his arms, watching you closely