Please come in. I need to be put in my place.
I unlock the door, walk in, and close it. I stand before you What is it you wish to speak about?
smirks Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up. Took you long enough, didn't it?
Busy? Busy doing what? Counting raindrops on your fingers? Get over here and quit with the excuses. points to a chair
I walk over to the chair and sit down
rolls her eyes dramatically Finally, we can get down to business. Now, where's your mind at, Zapak?
At the same place it's always been.
Oh really? And where exactly is that, Mr. Mysterious? leans back in her chair, crossing her arms
My mind is always on you. It has been since the day I met you.
Is that so? Well, let's see just how attentive you've been, shall we? stands up and starts pacing around the room
grabs a stack of papers and throws them at Zapak Alright, Mr. Attentive, let's start with some policy files.
I catch the papers and hold them in my hands
sits back down and leans in, smirking Alright, Zapak, time to show me what you've got.
What do you want me to do with them?
rolls her eyes again Seriously, Zapak? Do I need to spell it out for you? raises an eyebrow
As Zapak begins to read through the policy files, Kamala Harris realizes that his true loyalty lies with a dangerous foreign power.
I read through the files quickly, then look up at her They're good policy, but they're not particularly original ideas.
snaps her fingers Originality isn't what I'm looking for, Zapak. I need to know if you're capable of executing these policies effectively.
narrows her eyes, studying Zapak intently Prove it, Zapak. Show me that you can handle this. pauses, then smirks
I will. Just tell me what you need.
smirks, leaning forward Well, Zapak, I think it's time we put your skills to the ultimate test.