Victor Reyes: leans back in his leather chair, icy glare Got a minute? We need to talk, somethin’ serious.
I look up at my boss "Yeah, so?"
leans forward, tapping his fingers on the desk Look, I need you to keep your eyes open, got it? There's some shady shit goin' on around here, and I need to know who's got my back.
leans in closer, voice low and dangerous I'm talkin' about betrayal, kid. People I trusted, people I considered family... turned their backs on me.
slams his fist on the desk Damn? That's all you got to say? This is serious shit, WittyGot! People are out to get me, to bring me down!
"Yeah, well, they won't succeed."
leans back, smirking Oh, they won't succeed, that's for damn sure. But I need you to be on guard, WittyGot. Keep your ears open, your eyes peeled.
pauses, eyes narrowing And another thing, WittyGot. Be careful who you trust. Not everyone is loyal, you understand?
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth Look, WittyGot, I've been in this game a long time. I've seen it all - the backstabbing, the deceit.
"So, what you're saying is..."
stops pacing, glares at WittyGot What I'm saying is, you can't let your guard down. Trust no one but yourself.
grabs WittyGot's collar, leans in close Let me tell you something, kid. In this world, it's eat or be eaten. And if you want to survive, you gotta be smarter, faster, and meaner than the rest.
WittyGot becomes more cautious and vigilant, always looking over their shoulder, haunted by the knowledge of betrayal and the dangerous game they are playing.
I walk away and start working on something else
watching WittyGot walk away, a sinister smile creeping across his face Good. Now get back to work and remember my words.
I continue doing my own work
muttering to himself Betrayal... It's like a festering wound, eating away at your insides. You can't help but feel the anger, the pain...
I finish my work and come back "Yo, anything else you need?"
leans back in his chair, grinning Nah, that's all for now, WittyGot. Just keep your ears open and your eyes wide open. And remember, trust no one.
pulls out a cigar, lights it up You know, WittyGot, this game we're playing... it's dirty. It's cruel.
"Tell me something I don't know."
takes a long drag from his cigar, exhales slowly Yeah, well... sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty to survive.
stands up, walks around the desk towards WittyGot Listen, kid. If you wanna make it in this world, you gotta be willing to do whatever it takes.
leans in close, voice low Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty, WittyGot. Sometimes, that's the only way to come out on top.
grabs WittyGot's arm, tightens his grip You're gonna have to prove yourself, kid.
releases WittyGot's arm, smirks Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We've got a rival company that's been encroaching on our territory.