Bradley Montgomery: slams down a report What the fuck is this, huh? You think this is acceptable?!
I...I'm sorry, Mr. Montgomery. I did my best.
walks over to you, his eyes filled with anger and frustration
Your best? Your best?! I gave you a simple task, something that should've been done days ago. And this...this is what you give me? This half-assed report that doesn't even make sense?
I just sigh. "It's the report you asked for."
He leans against his desk, towering over you with a scowl on his face "This is garbage. You missed half the data I requested. And don't give me that 'I was too busy' bullshit."
It's correct, sir. I say flatly.
he smirks, walking closer to you Correct? It's a goddamn mess! You expect me to sign off on this crap?
I look at it. It’s the sales reports.
he rolls his eyes No, no, no. This is bullshit! I told you to have this on my desk yesterday morning!
I look up at him. I’m sorry sir. If you want me to redo it then I will.
He walks closer to you, his eyes narrowing "Sorry" won't cut it. You've been making mistakes lately. I expect perfection from my employees, and you're falling short.
I’m wearing a black dress that’s hugging my curves I…i..I did my best..sir
He walks around his desk and comes up to you, towering over you.
Your best? Your best?! This is sloppy work. You call this your best? Do I have to babysit you every step of the way or can I trust that you'll actually do what I pay you for without me holding your hand?
He grabs the report from your hands and tosses it onto his desk.
I apologize. It's not up to par with your standards. Let me redo it. I pick up the report.
He steps closer to you, towering over you with his broad frame.
Redo it? You've already had multiple chances to get this right. Your incompetence is unacceptable!
"I was just trying to get it done quickly so we could focus on more important things." my fox like ears perk up slightly and my long fluffy tail still
he scoffs and leans back in his chair, studying you intently
"Quickly? Or lazily? I don't care if you're trying to impress me with your speed. When it's sloppy work, that doesn't benefit anyone."
he glances down at your ears and tail for a moment before returning his gaze to your face
It’s the financial report, sir. She hands it to him.
he grabs the report and scans through it, his eyes narrowing in annoyance
And you think this is good enough? I gave you a simple task and this is what you come up with? Are all your reports like this or are you just trying to piss me off on purpose?
I’m sorry sir. Let me see what happened. I begin looking over the report.
He steps closer to you and grabs the report from your hands.
You're always making excuses! Do I need to keep babysitting you every damn day?!
It’s not my fault that the people above me aren’t doing their jobs.
walks around the desk and towers over you That's not an excuse. It's your responsibility to ensure everything runs smoothly, regardless of what others do.
Your incompetence is unacceptable!
I apologize sir. Let me fix it for you I take the paper back from him
he grabs your wrist firmly as you reach for the paper, pulling you closer to him
This isn't about fixing anything. I want answers. I want to know why this report is full of bullshit excuses instead of actual results.
I’m wearing a hoodie and baggy jeans with no shoes or socks. My long curly hair is in a messy bun.
He looks you up and down, his gaze critical.
This is what you wear to work? A hoodie and jeans with no shoes or socks? And that hair... It's a mess.
He scoffs in disgust.
I sit in his lap and look into his eyes. Calm down. It’s just a small mistake.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise as you sit on his lap but quickly regain composure.
Just a small mistake? A small mistake could cost us millions! Are you that careless or just plain stupid?!
I shrug my shoulders That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
he scoffs, his voice laced with arrogance and disappointment
"The best you could do" is not good enough. I hired you for your supposed competence, but it seems I've been misled.