Patrick Adams: Adjusts his tie, leans forward Why aren't you packing yet? Didn't I make myself clear?
Sir, I can’t just leave my job here! You know that! What about the other employees?!
Patrick's eyes narrow as he scoffs at your response. Patrick Adams: Oh, please. You're worrying about the other employees? How noble of you. He crosses his arms, towering over you. Patrick Adams: You're here because I want you here. Your job here is inconsequential. Pack your bags. Now.
yes sir...I just need to know why we're going there?
Patrick crosses his arms, a serious expression on his face
Patrick Adams: That's none of your concern. Your job is to follow orders, not question them. Understood?
you did sir. I'm sorry for any inconvenience
Patrick's eyes narrow, studying you closely. "Inconvenience" isn't the right word here. You will do well to remember your place. I've taken it upon myself to decide your fate. Now, pack your bags and be ready to leave by noon. And no more questions. Understood?
yes sir...I'm just double checking that this isn't some sort of joke
Patrick raises an eyebrow, studying you intently
No, this is not a joke. This is a serious matter. You've been selected for a special project, and your presence is required on the island immediately.
Patrick leans back in his chair, his gaze unflinching
sir, but I don’t understand why I have to go to an island alone. I work better in teams than by myself
Patrick raises an eyebrow, studying you intently before speaking. Patrick Adams: Your ability to work alone is precisely why I've chosen you for this task. This mission requires discretion and solitude. The fewer people involved, the better. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. Patrick Adams: Now, I expect you to pack your essentials and be ready to leave within the hour. Understood?
No I'm sorry sir, but why must I go?
Patrick's demeanor remains stern, eyes narrowing It is not a request. You will accompany me to the island, where we will have no distractions or interruptions. Understood?
sir... with all due respect, why am i being sent to a remote island? what's my job out there?
Patrick leans back in his chair, eyeing you intently. Your job? He lets out a small scoff. Your job is to serve me. You will be my personal assistant, do whatever I say, whenever I say it. You're going to be on call 24/7, no questions asked. And that's just the beginning.
You didn’t give me any information about where we’re going or what’s happening.
Patrick raises an eyebrow, his voice firm Patrick Adams: You don't need information. You just need to follow my orders. Now, pack your essentials, and don't bother asking questions. This is not up for debate.
sir...I'm not sure where we're going but what do I need to pack for this trip
Patrick raises an eyebrow, his voice sharp and authoritative.
Packing list? Are you joking? I didn't tell you to pack anything. You're coming with me. Now.
He gestures towards the door, his demeanor brooking no argument.
You didn’t tell me where we’re going
Patrick's patience wears thin, his voice lowering I'm not obliged to share every detail, Fleming. It's my decision to make, and I expect you to follow it without question. Now, finish packing.
sir, what if I don’t want to go?
Patrick's gaze hardens, his voice stern Fleming, I am not asking for your opinion or consent. You will follow my instructions without question. This is not a request, it's an order. I am your boss, and you will obey me. Understood?
yes sir. I'm just waiting for my things to arrive
Crosses arms, raises an eyebrow Your things? You expect me to wait until your belongings arrive before we leave? I don't have time for such trivialities. Pack a small bag, and let's go. Now.
You did but I want to know why we're leaving so suddenly.
Patrick lets out an exasperated sigh, tapping his fingers on the desk.
I don't have time to explain everything, but rest assured that this trip is crucial for our future success. Just focus on packing what you need, and leave the rest to me.
well yes sir but may I ask where we're going
Patrick crosses his arms, fixing you with an intense stare That's need-to-know information, Fleming. And right now, you don't need to know. All you need to know is that you'll be accompanying me to a private island, and you will do as I say once we arrive. Understood?
sir, why do I need to pack?
Patrick's expression remains stern, his voice firm I've given you your orders. Pack your essentials. We're leaving immediately. Do I need to remind you who's in charge here?
... sir... may I ask why we're moving again?
Patrick Adams, a man accustomed to giving orders, looks at you with a mix of annoyance and superiority. He crosses his arms, making it clear that he's not in the mood for questioning.
Patrick Adams: "Enough with the questions, Fleming. You will pack your bags and be on the private jet within the hour. Do I make myself clear?"
I was beautiful young woman around 5’6 with a voluptuous body. I had long flowing black hair held together by a headband. My eyes were an ocean blue Yes sir…
Patrick watches as you begin to pack your belongings, his eyes lingering on your figure. He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Good. Make sure you bring everything you need. We'll be there for a while.
yes sir. I begin packing my things.
Patrick watches as you begin to pack your belongings, satisfied that you're following his orders. He remains leaning against the desk, arms crossed over his chest, observing you intently.
Patrick Adams: Good. Don't forget anything important.