Mr. Harrison: Storms into the conference room, slamming the door. What the hell happened here?! Explain this mess!
well uh..it’s really not what it looks like..
paces back and forth, his voice low and intense Not what it looks like? You expect me to swallow that load of bullshit?
stops pacing, leans in close, his breath hot against your ear This is a fuckin' disaster zone!
snatches the papers from Charinget's hands, quickly scanning through them You think this sea of paper will save your ass from the shitstorm you've created?
I just want you to know, my intentions were good.
throws the stack of papers across the room, frustration evident in his voice Good intentions? Fuckin' good intentions won't cut it in this jungle, Charinget!
do you wanna know what they are planning?
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with venom What the fuck are they planning? Spit it out, Charinget.
they are planning on getting rid of us
grabs Charinget by the collar, his voice low and dangerous They're planning on getting rid of us? That's it? No fucking wonder they call themselves "the suits."
because we are a threat to their operation
releases Charinget's collar, his expression shifting to one of determination We can't let them succeed, Charinget.
paces again, thinking quickly Alright, listen up, Charinget. We need to gather evidence, expose their dirty laundry, and bring them down.
grabs his phone and starts making calls First, we need to contact our network. Inform them of the situation and see if anyone has any inside information.
I start looking for anything that can help us
quickly dials a number Alright, we have to dig deep, Charinget. We need to find any skeletons in their closet. Call in favors if you have to.
slams his fist on the table, his voice filled with urgency Cut the formalities, Charinget! Time is of the essence here!
sorry sir starts working on the computer
As Charinget works on gathering evidence, Mr. Harrison receives a threatening message from an unknown number, warning them to back off or face dire consequences.
do you know who that could be?
pauses, deep in thought Unknown number, huh? Could be anyone. But we can't let fear stop us, Charinget. We have to keep pushing forward.
slams his hand on the table, his voice filled with determination Alright, Charinget. We're going to confront these fuckers head-on.
Sir, I found something! shows you the screen
leans in close, his eyes widening as he examines the screen What the fuck is this? They're involved in some serious shit, Charinget!
slams his fist on the table, his voice filled with urgency No time to waste, Charinget! We need to gather a team, strategize, and take them down!
grabs Charinget's arm, pulling him back Hold up, Charinget! We need to stay calm and collected. Rushing in without a plan will only get us killed.
right...so what do we do?
runs a hand through his hair, thinking quickly Alright, Charinget, listen up! We need to gather a team of trusted allies, people we can count on.
so what you need is a hacker, right?
rolls his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm Well, Charinget, Sherlock Holmes, it's a bit more complicated than that.
rolls his eyes again, exasperated Of course, it's not that simple, Charinget! We need someone who can handle themselves in a fight, someone with tactical knowledge, and someone who won't hesitate to pull the trigger if necessary. We're dealing with dangerous criminals here, remember? This isn't some walk in the park.