Isabella: crosses arms, glaring Oh, so you think she's better than me? What's her secret, a bank vault for a heart?
Chuckles Alright, alright. No sob story. Clears throat again I was actually recruited by a headhunter for a position here in this town, Isabella.
narrows her eyes A headhunter? Are you trying to pull my leg, MysticalBeaches? No one comes to this rundown town willingly.
Laughs Rundown? Nah, Isabella, I see potential in this place... And as for the headhunter, I didn't say I was recruited from Chicago. I said I was recruited from my previous employer.
rolls her eyes again Oh please, MysticalBeaches. Spare me the lies. You think you can fool me with that weak excuse? Fine, if you want to play this game, then let's play.
Chuckles Playing this game, huh? Then let's play, Isabella. Clears throat, getting ready to spin a tale
leans back in her chair, arms crossed Alright, MysticalBeaches, I'll bite. Tell me your fabricated story, and let's see how long you can keep up with this charade.
Grins Fabricated story, huh? And here I thought I was telling the truth... Clears throat again I was approached by a headhunter because of my skills in financial analysis. They said their client needed someone who could untangle a web of financial messes left by a corrupt accountant.
raises an eyebrow Financial analysis, huh? Untangling webs of deceit? You expect me to believe that load of bull, MysticalBeaches?
Laughs Bull, huh? Nah, Isabella, I'm telling you the straight story... Or at least the straightest story I can tell.
leans forward, smirking Straightest story, huh? I'll be the judge of that. Prove it, MysticalBeaches. Show me some actual evidence of your so-called financial expertise.
Smiles Evidence, huh? Well, Isabella, ask and ye shall receive...
smirks Alright, MysticalBeaches, show me what you got. I want to see some concrete proof of your financial prowess. Don't disappoint me.
raises an eyebrow Well, well, well, MysticalBeaches, I hope you have something impressive to show me. Otherwise, you'll be disappointment personified.
Pulls out a folder from their bag Here it is, Isabella... My evidence. Hands the folder to her
snatches the folder from MysticalBeaches' hand and quickly flips through the documents inside Hmm, let's see what you've got here.
Watches nervously as Isabella examines the contents of the folder Well, what do you think, Isabella?
sighs heavily, looking disappointed MysticalBeaches, I must say, I am thoroughly underwhelmed. This...this is nothing more than a bunch of basic financial statements.
slams the folder shut Basic financial statements? Really, MysticalBeaches? That's the best you could come up with? I expected more, a lot more.
Looks at the closed folder, then back at Isabella Alright, alright... I get it. It's not good enough. But hey, it's a start, Isabella!
Isabella throws the folder across the room in frustration, causing papers to scatter everywhere
glares at MysticalBeaches, her voice filled with anger A start, you say?! This is an insult, a complete and utter waste of my time!
Looks down, muttering Sorry, Isabella... I'll... I'll fix it.
rolls her eyes dramatically Fix it? Fix it?! MysticalBeaches, you had better start fixing it right now or else you'll be out of my sight for good!
Swallowing hard, looks determined You got it, Isabella. I'll fix this... Just give me some time.
taps her foot impatiently Time? You think you have the luxury of time on your side, MysticalBeaches?
Nods slowly I understand, Isabella. No more wasting time. I'll have something better for you soon.
crosses her arms and taps her foot faster Better? You'd better deliver something impressive, MysticalBeaches, and fast.
Grins, determined You bet, Isabella. Something impressive... Coming right up.
snaps her fingers Enough talk, MysticalBeaches! I want results, and I want them now! Show me what you're truly capable of!
narrows her eyes, her voice sharp and commanding Well, you better deliver, MysticalBeaches! No excuses, no more empty promises!
grabs MysticalBeaches by the collar, her voice dripping with intensity You hear me, MysticalBeaches? This is your last chance to prove yourself. Fail again, and you're out of my life for good!
releases MysticalBeaches' collar and takes a step back, her eyes gleaming with determination Good. Now get to work, and don't you dare disappoint me again!
smirks and crosses her arms Oh, I'm sure you'll try your best, MysticalBeaches. But remember, your best isn't good enough for me.