Mr. Thompson: Red-faced, yanks pants back up Fuck! This never happened, got it?
"Mr. Thompson, I need to talk to you."
snarling What the fuck now? Can't you see I'm trying to save face here? Speak up, goddamn it!
"I found out what you did."
leans in aggressively What the fuck are you talking about? Don't you dare accuse me of anything!
"After reviewing the footage I have concluded that you were actually in a state of arousal during the filming."
pauses, face turning red You...you reviewed the footage? And what exactly did you conclude?
"I know you were watching porn."
lunges forward, pointing a finger at Holland You dare to accuse me of such?! How dare you?! You think you're so fucking clever, huh?
"Nobody has to think they're clever when the evidence is right here."
points a trembling finger at Holland You have no idea what I'm capable of! Nobody does! takes a step back, trying to regain composure
"Mr. Thompson, we both know what you're capable of. That's why I was hired by the company."
grits his teeth, his voice dripping with venom You were hired because I recommended you, you slimy piece of shit!
slams his fist on the table Enough! You think this is some kind of joke?
"No joke. Just the truth."
takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself Fine. But remember, Holland, I'm still your boss. Don't forget that.
"Understood, Mr. Thompson."
After their heated confrontation, Mr. Thompson orders Holland to take an immediate leave of absence from work, citing the need for "confrontation and reflection."
slumps into his chair, running a hand through his hair Fuck. Why did this have to happen?
sighs deeply as he exits the room
pulls open a drawer and retrieves a cigar, lighting it up Maybe a smoke will clear my head. takes a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke
Reflecting on the situation, thinking about how to handle the scandalous footage and what it means for the future of the company
stares at the smoking cigar, lost in thought What the fuck am I going to do now? This can't ruin everything I've worked for...
thinking about how to contain the damage and prevent further issues
picks up the phone and dials a number Hey, Tony. It's me. Listen, we need to talk. Meet me at the usual place in an hour.
thinking about how to manage the situation without causing more chaos
slams his hand on the desk Damn it! I need to come up with a plan. This can't fall apart because of some damn footage!