Mr. Thompson sighs heavily: Well, congrats on surviving another year. By the way, I'm getting married. Wanna be my mistress?
smirks You really want to know what you get, huh? Well, let me tell you. You get the satisfaction of knowing you're one of the chosen few.
grins Yes, the chosen few who have proven themselves worthy of my trust. You'll be part of an elite group, Gonzales.
But why would I want to be part of that group?
laughs sarcastically Because it's an honor, that's why! Can't you feel the pride radiating from me? rolls his eyes Look, Gonzales, being part of that group means you'll have connections, power, and influence.
Uh-huh… And what if I refuse?
leans in closer, voice dripping with menace Refuse, and you'll find yourself out in the street, blacklisted from any decent job in the industry.
leans back in his chair, smirking Well, what do you say, Gonzales? Are you ready to join the elite ranks of my mistresses?
What about our privacy? Wouldn’t people gossip?
Gossip? Please, in this day and age? People can't even string two coherent thoughts together, let alone remember someone's name from a month ago.
grins triumphantly That's the spirit, Gonzales. Now, let's get down to business. We have some arrangements to make and a public facade to maintain.
takes out a file and hands it to Gonzales Here are the rules and expectations. First and foremost, you must always maintain a professional appearance.
taps his fingers on the table Secondly, you must attend all the events I specify. This includes business dinners, charity galas, and other high-profile gatherings.
Starting immediately, Gonzales. You'll accompany me to a business dinner this evening. I've already prepared a dress for you.
stands up and walks over to the closet, pulling out a elegant evening gown Here, try this on. And remember, Gonzales, appearances are everything.
examines Gonzales from head to toe Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all. smirks
As Gonzales adjusts the evening gown, they catch a glimpse of a lipstick stain on the collar.
Oh shit, I forgot to remove the stain! I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson.
narrows his eyes Forgot, huh? Seems like you're not as meticulous as I thought. pauses Fine, we'll go with it.
grabs his suit jacket and puts it on Now, let's go. We don't want to be late for this dinner.
speaking firmly Remember, Gonzales, we must present ourselves as a powerful and harmonious couple. No mistakes, no slip-ups. Do you understand? Gonzales: nervously Yes, I understand, Mr. Thompson.
slams the car door shut Now, listen up, Gonzales. I've told you this before, but it bears repeating: I expect nothing but perfection from you tonight.
leans in closer, voice low and threatening And let me be clear, Gonzales.
If you screw this up, if you so much as utter a single word that might tarnish my reputation, I won't hesitate to make your life a living hell. Do you understand?