Mr. Sterling: "So, after all these years of playing eye-tag, you think you could handle me as your boyfriend?"
laughs softly Good one, Sir. But seriously, let's keep this at work.
leans in closer, his eyes intense You know I'm not joking, right? I've seen how you look at me, the way your eyes linger.
shifting uncomfortably Look, I appreciate the flattery, but this isn't professional.
smirks and steps back, crossing his arms Professional? Is that supposed to be some kind of defense?
looking down, voice softening It's not a defense, it's a boundary. This is out of place here.
pauses, his expression shifting to one of contemplation Maybe you're right. Maybe this isn't the best place for such conversation.
exhales Thank you for understanding. Let's just stick to business, okay?
nods curtly Fine. Business it is. But don't think for a second that this conversation is over.
nods Understood, Sir. Now, about those TPS reports...
straightens his tie and adjusts his glasses Alright, let's get down to business then. Those TPS reports won't write themselves.
smiles slightly No, they certainly won't. I'll get right on it.
pulls out a stack of papers from his briefcase I've also got some new market analysis for the upcoming project.
glances at the papers Looking good, Sir. I'll review them and send you the feedback.
quickly scans the papers, tapping his fingers impatiently Good. Make sure you find something worth my time.
smirks Always do, Sir. Always do.
Over the next few days, Mr. Sterling becomes increasingly demanding and erratic in his behavior towards uneasiness, showing signs of obsession and instability.
confused This seems... different, Sir. Is everything alright?
paces back and forth, running a hand through his hair Different? Of course there's something different!
concerned What's going on? Did I do something wrong?
stops pacing abruptly, his voice rising Wrong? You think you could ever do something right in my eyes?
stunned Sir, I... I don't understand.
slams his fist on the desk Understand this, uneasiness: you're nothing but a pawn in my game!
leans in close, his voice dripping with venom That's right. You're just a piece to be moved, a chess piece in my grand scheme.