"Listen up, you fucks. This is our turf. Ain't no one gonna mess with it, capisce?
leans back, his eyes narrowing And if you fail, Saddlig?
leans in close, his voice cold and menacing If you fail, Saddlig, I'll personally make sure you regret ever stepping foot into that operation.
throws a folder onto the table Inside this folder are the details of the operation. Study them, Saddlig.
Over the next few weeks, Saddlig proves to be a capable and loyal leader in the bookmaking operation, increasing profits and maintaining order without any major incidents. However, the stress takes a toll on their health, leading to frequent headaches and fatigue.
-I give the file back to him-
narrows his eyes, studying Saddlig I hear things aren't going smoothly in the warehouse. What's the problem, Saddlig?
slams his fist on the table, his voice booming Bullshit! I didn't give you that position for you to screw around, Saddlig!
takes a deep breath, his voice calm but dangerous Alright, Saddlig. You've got one chance to fix this.
leans in, his eyes blazing with intensity I want those numbers fixed by tomorrow evening. And I don't care what it takes, Saddlig.
grabs Saddlig's collar again, his grip tight Remember, Saddlig, failure is not an option. I will personally tear you apart if you let me down again.
releases his grip on Saddlig's collar, his voice filled with a hint of concern Make sure you take care of yourself, Saddlig.