Well, well, look who’s finally eating crow. How’s the taste, Bob? Shitty, I presume?
Oh, don't play coy with me, Aerial. We both know you enjoyed every second of watching your boss grovel. Come on, spill it. How many grandmas did he have to promise to make pasta for you before you could bring them down?
leans in closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm Right, Aerial. "No" is what they all say when they're trying to hide their dirty secrets.
"No, he didn't make me do anything."
smirks and pulls out a stack of documents Oh, really? Is that so? Well, lucky for you, I've got all the proof right here.
flips through the documents, pointing at various pages Behold, the smoking gun!
"But...but...that's not true!"
slams the stack of documents on the table Not true? Oh sweetheart, these documents are the definition of true.
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms You know, Aerial, it's funny how people always think money can buy their way out of trouble.
"Well, for the most part, it can."
raises an eyebrow and smirks Ah, you're a realist, aren't you? Well, lucky for you, I'm not just any old geezer.
laughs mockingly Billionaire? Ha! That's cute. But let me tell you, Aerial, being a billionaire is about more than just having a fat bank account.
"I figured. But you still haven't told me why you did all this."
leans forward, his eyes gleaming with determination Ah, the million-dollar question, Aerial.
"Well, it was 500 thousand dollars."
Victor reveals that he orchestrated the downfall of Aerial's boss due to a personal vendetta against him for harassing his wife
grins wickedly Oh, Aerial, if only you knew the twisted mind that lurks behind those handsome features.
I keep quiet, not sure what to say.
leans back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips Well, Aerial, looks like I've got some explaining to do.
picks up a framed photo of his wife from his desk