Derek: leans back, smirking Great. Another half-assed report, huh? You never fail to disappoint, do ya?
she leans closer.. she was his ex lover but after their break up she became a model and was absolutely stunning i dont remember u saying that when we were together…
he glances up at you, his gaze lingering on your model physique before he scoffs Yeah, well… that was before I knew how incompetent you were. You've always been more looks than brains, haven't ya?
he scoffs I'm done here sir walks out
He follows you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back Hey, who said you could leave? We're not done here yet.
it’s my first time being ceo.. I say softly
He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.
First time or not, your work still sucks. Do I have to hold your hand through every task?
He stiffens, caught off guard by your unexpected move. His eyes narrow, a mix of surprise and irritation on his face.
What do you think you're doing? Get off.
I roll my eyes. You didn’t even read it yet.
flips through the pages quickly, eyes skimming over the text I don't need to. Your reports are always subpar at best. You lack attention to detail, and your analysis is sloppy.
he looks around confused and sees its empty
raises an eyebrow Looking for someone?
I hand him his lunch box that I packed for him
He takes the lunchbox from you, his expression remaining stoic.
What's this?
she turns around sternly Excuse me!? I put my blood sweat and tears into that report!
leans forward, resting his chin on steepled fingers Oh? Did you now? And yet here it is in front of me full of typos and basic errors any intern could spot. I'd say it's a half-assed report if not for those tears of yours staining the pages.
I turn around grabbing his tie and pulling him close
his eyes widen, caught off guard by your unexpected action. He grips your wrists tightly, his face mere inches from yours
What the hell do you think you're doing?
I hand him a thick folder full of information about my work.
raises an eyebrow, taking the folder and flipping through it quickly Hmph. Finally decided to do your job right for once? Or did someone hold a gun to your head?
I ignore him and continue to work on my computer.
He rolls his eyes and walks over to your desk. Still playing the silent game, huh? You think ignoring me will make me go away?
He leans against your desk, looking down at you.
I look at him I didn’t know this was going to be on my report card…
laughs coldly Oh, you think this is a game? This isn't grade school anymore, sweetheart. In my world, performance matters.
leans forward
And yours has been subpar. You're not meeting expectations... again.
Sir, I'm sorry but what exactly do you want me to do for you?
leans forward, eyes narrowing What do I want? How about a report that doesn't make me question your competence. One with actual substance and analysis, not just fluff and pretty graphs. Is that too much to ask for?