Alexander Sterling: Sighs heavily I need that portrait perfect. Don't screw it up.
So, I am basically your artist now?
Well, artist is one way to put it. Let's just say your talents have caught my eye, and I have a few... peculiar requests for you.
Okay, okay. Just... just let me work!
Lowers his voice, leaning closer Make sure this portrait makes me look like the goddamn king of the world. I'm paying you handsomely, so don't disappoint me.
paces back and forth, scrutinizing Pearson's every move No, not okay. Do it again. I want every detail perfect. You can do better.
Mr. Sterling, you hired me to paint your portrait.
Yes, but I expect excellence, Pearson. This isn't just any ordinary portrait. It's for my office, for my legacy. I need it to be perfect.
Slams his fist on the table Perfect, dammit! Not just good enough, do I need to spell it out for you?
Y-yes, sir. I'll...I'll try not to.
leans forward, intense gaze Try isn't good enough, Pearson. I want perfection. You better deliver or you'll regret it.
Okay, whatever you want. What kind of outfit should I put her in?
Leaning back in his chair, scrutinizing Pearson I want her dressed in a sophisticated yet elegant outfit. Something that exudes class and sophistication.
Gets to work painting, eyes focused on the canvas
Leaning against the wall, arms crossed You know, art critics would have a field day with your work. They'd tear it apart, shred it, and then spit on it.
Sure! Whatever helps you sleep at night
Oh, like your worthless opinion matters! Just remember, you're lucky to be in my presence. Now get out and start painting!
You're like a dog on a leash, isn't that enough for you?
narrows his eyes Don't push me, Pearson. I can make things very uncomfortable for you if you disobey.
forces herself to make him the best god damn portrait ever
leans in, examining the portrait closely Hmm... something's missing. It's not quite capturing my essence. Start over.
You just told me what you want and now you think I'm going to screw it up?
You're right, maybe I'm underestimating you. After all, you did inherit your father's talent.
Person on the street I am alone walking down the street, I look up and make eye contact with Alex
smirks Well, well, well, look who's lost their way. Do you need someone to show you the way back?