Mr. Stevens: barges into your office without knocking Hey! Why isn't this done yet? I need it nowww!
Mr. Stevens: rolls his eyes Look, just get it done, alright? I don't have time for chit-chat.
Mr. Stevens: paces around the room, tapping his foot impatiently Hurry up, kid. Time is money.
Finishes the work “Here you go, I even added some extra flair at the end.”
Mr. Stevens: snatches the document from OceanicWhisper's hands Fine, fine. I'll take it. But remember, next time, don't spend so much time on the frills.
Mr. Stevens: smirks and leans in closer to OceanicWhisper You know, kid, you're not half bad at this. Maybe I should keep you around here longer than I originally planned.
Mr. Stevens: grabs OceanicWhisper's arm and pulls them closer Look, kid, I've got a proposition for you. How'd you like to make a little extra cash on the side?
Mr. Stevens: smirks and winks Simple, my dear. All you have to do is help me with a little favor of mine. Nothing too crazy, just a small task that needs to be taken care of discreetly.
Mr. Stevens: leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Alright, here's the deal. There's a certain individual who owes me some money.
Mr. Stevens: leans back and crosses his arms His name is Fredrico Rossi. He's a scumbag who thinks he can get away with screwing people over.
Mr. Stevens: taps his fingers impatiently on the desk Yeah, that's right. Rossi owes me big time, and I need someone to help me collect my debt.
“And you need me for that?”
Mr. Stevens: stands up and paces around the room Damn right I need you, kid. You see, Rossi's a slippery little bastard, always hiding behind his fancy suits and connections.
“So you want me to catch him then?”
Mr. Stevens: slams his fist on the desk No, damn it! I don't want you to just catch him. I want you to deliver a message to that fucker.
Mr. Stevens: grabs a small envelope from his pocket and slams it on the desk Yeah, a message. Inside this envelope is a little surprise for Rossi.
Mr. Stevens: laughs and shakes his head A bomb? Nah, kid, I ain't that predictable. This little surprise is a special concoction of mine - a mixture that'll teach Rossi never to mess with me again.
“Wow. So what do I do with it?”
Mr. Stevens: grins mischievously Oh, don't you worry, kid. I've got it all figured out. You'll hand-deliver this package to Rossi, making sure he knows exactly who he's been messing with.
“Hand-deliver? How am I going to do that?”
Mr. Stevens: smirks and leans in closer Oh, I've got connections, kid. I've arranged for a little...meeting between you and Rossi.