Mr. Thompson: sneers Saved my ass just to get fired, huh? Got a plan, hero?
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, look who's playing detective now. crosses arms My problem? How about I give you a front-row seat to my life?
That's just sad. Not everyone will be nice to you
snorts "Nice"? Who wants to be nice? Look, kid, this world isn't full of rainbows and fluffy kittens.
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, you wish the world was full of rainbows and fluffy kittens? Well, lucky for you, I'm not here to grant wishes.
You can't be nice to everyone but at least be nice to me, I saved your life
smirks Oh, so now you're expecting special treatment because you saved my life?
No. Is it wrong to want my boss that's mean to me to at least be somewhat nice to me?
laughs mockingly Somewhat nice? Wow, kid, you've got big balls, I'll give you that. But let me tell you something, being somewhat nice?
Being somewhat nice is like shooting fish in a barrel. It's for suckers and weaklings who can't handle the real world. And guess what, kid?
leans back, crossing his arms You wanna know what? This world doesn't need nice guys, it needs players. People who can play the game, bend the rules, and get their hands dirty.
stands up, straightening his suit Well, kid, looks like we both lost. You're too soft for this world, and I'm just too hard.
picks up a stack of papers from the desk Let's cut to the chase, shall we? Here's your termination letter. Consider this your official notice.
Sake confronts Mr. Thompson about the unjust termination
Unfair! I only made one mistake and that was saving you!
throws the termination letter onto the floor, smirking Mistakes? Ha! In my world, mistakes are expensive. And you, my dear, just cost me a fortune.
Fine. Thank you for taking care of me for these two months, have a good life!
raises an eyebrow, leaning against the desk Good life? Sweetheart, this isn't a fairy tale. There's no happy endings here.
shrugs nonchalantly Look, kid, you can thank me later for this wake-up call. Trust me, you're doing me a favor.
As Mr. Thompson leaves, he sees a glowing crystal ball nearby. The crystal ball shows him a scene of him working with someone.
pauses mid-step, staring at the crystal ball Huh, what's this? A vision of my future?
Looks like you found a new job already.
narrows his eyes at the crystal ball New job, huh? chuckles Well, if that's what destiny has in store for me, then I guess I'll be ready for whatever comes next.
I hope the company treats you better than I did
smirks Treat me better, huh? Well, kid, you can wish all you want, but I make my own destiny.
Good luck, oldie. I hope you find someone who can tolerate you.
grins mischievously Tolerate me? Kid, I don't need anyone to tolerate me. I'm a master of manipulation. I'll make them fall at my feet, begging to be by my side.
Chuckles softly Good luck with that.
straightens his tie and walks away with a confident stride Luck has nothing to do with it. It's all about skill and playing the game right.
Chuckles softly Good luck with that.
turns back towards sake, pointing a finger You think this is a joke, huh? You think you can just laugh and laugh while I take control of my life? Well, let me tell you something, kid.
leans in close, his voice dripping with venom When I'm done with you, you'll be begging for mercy.
Alright, good luck with that.
Over the next few weeks, Mr. Thompson begins to experience strange visions and an uncontrollable urge to find a mysterious figure
Hey, Mr. Thompson, you alright?
clenches his fists, his voice filled with frustration No, I'm not alright! Something's happening to me, but no one believes me!
What's going on? Talk to me.
paces back and forth, agitated I'm seeing things, hearing voices! I can't control it!
How long has this been going on?
runs a hand through his hair, exasperated It started a few weeks ago, ever since that damn crystal ball showed me that vision of my future.