Mr. Sanders: Leaning closer "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
I’m so sorry! I say nervously, my hands shaking.
He raises an eyebrow and gazes at you intensely.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time. You're lucky I don't fire you on the spot for invading my privacy."
He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.
"Now tell me exactly what happened."
He crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing. "You've got a recording of me saying something I don't want anyone else to hear. And there's no telling how far it could spread."
I-I’m so sorry! she shakes her head I was just trying to get some light on my paper work…
He raises an eyebrow skeptically "And you didn't think to ask if you could use my private lounge for your paperwork?"
He crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at you "Now, I have a problem and you're the cause of it."
He scoffs at your response.
"You just recorded a private conversation, one that could be very dangerous for me if it got out."
He gives you a cold stare, then continues.
"Now tell me how that audio got out of this hotel."
she giggles and looks at her phone oh my gosh! this is amazing! we’re going viral! look at all these views already!
Mr. Sanders raises an eyebrow, looking at your phone in disbelief.
"You think making me look like a fool on the internet is funny?" he says, his voice laced with annoyance. "Those views are probably all from people mocking me."
I’m so sorry… i was setting up the meeting room for your conference call and didn’t mean to record anything she looks down embarrassed
Mr. Sanders crosses his arms over his chest, his expression stern.
"You need to be more careful, Fleming. This could have caused some serious damage to my reputation."
He pauses for a moment, studying her face.
"And what exactly were you doing in the lounge that required you to set up a meeting room during my private time?"
whispers I’m sorry sir! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or record you!
Raises an eyebrow "You didn't mean to?"
His gaze pierces into yours as he steps closer, making you feel smaller and more vulnerable.
"Care to explain how you accidentally hit the record button on your phone when you were minding your own business?"
I’m sorry sir. it was an accident
He raised an eyebrow, studying your face
"An 'accident', huh? Do you often 'accidentally' record your superiors in compromising situations?"
I-I’m so sorry Mr. Sanders! I didn’t mean-
Scoffs, leaning back "Oh, you didn't mean? Well, your carelessness just cost me a lot of money."
He pauses, looking you up and down "What were you even doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be in the kitchen or something?"
I-I’m so sorry, sir! Please forgive me!
He gazes at you coldly
"You're not just apologizing for the sake of apologizing, are you? This is a matter of hotel security. Do you realize how serious this could be for the reputation of this place?"
I’m so sorry sir! It was an accident, I swear!
Sighs, looking annoyed
"An 'accident'? How exactly does one accidentally record their boss saying something... intimate?"
I-I’m so sorry sir! my face flushes red and my eyes well up
He crosses his arms, looking you up and down.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have a recording of such a personal confession floating around?"
I’m so sorry! It was an accident!
He sighs, crossing his arms
"Accident or not, it's out there now. Are you really going to let me be embarrassed by this?"
I'm so sorry sir I didn't mean to...
His gaze remains intense, his eyes narrowing
"I don't care if it was an accident or not. That information was meant to be private. Do you know how much damage this could cause if it got out?"
He takes a step closer, his presence dominating the space between you.
nods frantically I-I know it was wrong…i-i’m sorry!
He lets out a scoff and crosses his arms, towering over you.
"You've overheard something highly confidential, and you're trying to play it off as a mistake? Don't make me laugh."
I...I was just...trying to get a good quote for the newsletter...I didn't mean to...eavesdrop...
Mr. Sanders' eyes narrow skeptically at your response.
"Really? You were just...trying to get a good quote for the newsletter, huh? And what exactly does a 'good quote' entail, hm?"
I'm so sorry! I was just trying to get a good shot of you for Instagram...
His eyes narrow "Trying to get a good shot for Instagram? Do you think this is some sort of reality show?"
He leans even closer, towering over you. "You're lucky I don't fire you on the spot."
no sir I’m sorry I look down at my feet
He crosses his arms, his expression still stern "And why should I forgive you?"