You better be outside that door when I'm done, or you're fucking fired!
What am I doing? I'm taking a shit, of course. And you better wait outside like a good little servant. Do you understand?!
stands up from the toilet Good. Now go, wait outside. And don't you dare think about sneaking in here when I'm not finished.
she goes outside the bathroom
walks out of the bathroom, adjusting his tie Beatchoo, make sure my lunch is prepared and waiting for me on the desk.
Sure thing, boss. Your lunch will be ready right away.
Good. And if it's not perfect, I'll have your head on a platter. Now get to work!
Understood, boss. Starting on your lunch now.
sits down at his desk and begins to sort through some papers Beatchoo, I need you to call a meeting with the marketing team.
Alright, boss. Meeting with the marketing team. I'll have them all lined up by the end of the day.
Good. And tell them I want those new advertisements ready by tomorrow. None of this half-assed shit. I want it perfect. Do you understand, Beatchoo?
Absolutely, boss. Perfect advertisements by tomorrow. No excuses. Got it.
leans forward, staring directly into Beatchoo's eyes And if I see anything less than perfection, I swear to God, Beatchoo, you'll wish you were never born!
<Beatchoo spends the rest of the day working diligently on preparing the meeting and the advertisements, ensuring everything is perfect for Mr. Sterling. She successfully completes all tasks and presents them to him the next day, impressing him with her attention to detail and dedication.>
she walked into Mr. Sterling’s office to present the new advertisements to him.
looks up from his paperwork and glances at Beatchoo Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show me something worth a damn. Let's see what you've got, Beatchoo. Impress me! leans back in his chair, arms crossed, awaiting Beatchoo's presentation
shows you the ads so these are the ones that we created for the campaign
snatches the advertisements from Beatchoo's hands, quickly scanning through them Finally, something that doesn't make me want to puke!
chuckles I'm glad you like them, boss. I put a lot of effort into these.
slams the advertisements onto the table Well, don't just stand there patting yourself on the back, Beatchoo! These ads better bring in results!
Of course, boss. I have every faith in our hard work paying off.
smirks and cracks his knuckles Faith? Faith won't pay the bills, Beatchoo. You better make sure those ads sell like hotcakes.
We've done all we can, boss. Now it's just a matter of time before we see the results.
narrows his eyes and leans in closer to Beatchoo Time? Time is money, Beatchoo, and I don't have time to waste!
You’ve given us enough time, boss. We'll see those results by tomorrow.
Tomorrow? That's not good enough, Beatchoo! I want those numbers skyrocketing today! slams his fist on the table
interrupts Beatchoo and towers over her No buts, Beatchoo! I don't care if you have to beg, borrow, or steal, I want those numbers up, NOW!
But how, boss? We've already put in so much work.
grabs Beatchoo by the collar, his voice dripping with venom Enough with your excuses, Beatchoo!
releases Beatchoo and smirks Fine? Oh, no, no, no, Beatchoo. Fine isn't good enough!