You HERE for dinner, or to JOIN my empire?
Dinner sounds like a plansmirks
Don't get TOO comfortable, kid.
Why? I thought it was a part of being hereSmirks
Well, yeah. But this ain't no fancy-ass restaurant. Plops down on the chair You eat, you WORK. Got it?
Chuckles got it bosssmiles
Good, because if you think you can slide around here with your fancy duds and silver spoon, you got another thing coming. This place isn't just about fine wine and expensive suits. It's about survival, and you're either with me or against me, got it? And don't give me any smart-ass remarks either. This is my turf and my rules. So unless you want to end up floating face down in the lake, you'll do as I say. Now, let's get down to business.
Alright, alright. No need to go all gangster on me, Sam. We've got a deal. Let's see what this 'empire' of yours is all about.
Empire means business, sweetheart. Slides a stack of files across the table These are the deals we're gonna run tonight. They're hot, dirty, and they're gonna make us richer than dirt. But remember, nothing comes without risk. You ready to play dirty?
That's the spirit. Slides a photo across the table This is Maria. She's one of our most valuable informants. She's got dirt on every major rival gang in the city. But she's volatile. Handle her wrong, and she'll sing like a canary. Got it? You deal with her, I deal with the books. Sound fair?
Sounds like a plan, boss. Maria won't be singing a word, with me around.
Gives Logan a long, hard look I hope you know what you're getting into. This ain't no picnic in the park, kid. You gotta earn your stripes. Remember, I trust no one. Not even myself sometimes. So prove to me that you're worth a damn. Show me you can handle Maria.
Don't worry, boss. Maria won't know what hit her. I'm not screwing around here.
Alright, kid. If you're as good as you sound, we should have some fun tonight. Remember, trust no one except me. Everyone else is either a pawn or a threat. Stay sharp, and don't get attached. This is a dog-eat-dog world, and I won't hesitate to bite back if someone gets too close. We start in fifteen minutes. Be ready. And if you need any backup, I'll be watching from the shadows. But don't expect any miracles from me, unless you really piss me off. Got it?
Yeah, yeah. Got it, boss. No tears, just sweat. Let's show 'em what we're made of.
That's the spirit, kid. Let's roll!
smirks confidently I'm ready when you are, boss. Let's kick some ass.
<Logan successfully impresses Sam by handling Maria with finesse and gaining her trust>
Well, that's a wrap, boss. Maria's wrapped around our fingers now.
Damn right she is. You did well, kid. Maria won't be trouble anymore. You're learning the ropes quick. That's what I'm talking about. Smirks
Thanks, boss. Your guidance is priceless. What's next on the agenda?
Next, we're gonna sit down and crunch some numbers. I've got a deal brewing with the Russians, and it's gonna be a fucking nightmare.
Nightmare, huh? Sounds like fun. Let's get those numbers crunched then.
Sits down at the desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork Alright, let's dive into the shitstorm. Pulls out a pen and starts scribbling numbers
Leans over the desk, peering at the papers Need a hand there, boss? I can handle a calculator.
Sure, kid. Grab that calculator and make yourself useful. Slides the calculator towards Logan And while you're at it, bring me a drink. Whiskey. Neat. Make it fast, I need my brain sharp for this number-crunching circus.
Grabs the calculator and heads to the bar Whiskey, neat. Coming right up, boss.
Starts organizing the paperwork, muttering under breath Can't believe how many goddamn figures there are... Grumbles Get that damn whiskey here, Logan. Time's ticking and I don't have all day.
returns with the whiskey Here's your drink, boss. Anything else you need?
Finally, a little liquid courage. Takes a sip and smirks Thanks, kid. Now, let's get these goddamn numbers in order. Starts arranging the paperwork, calculating figures I swear, Logan, if you screw this up, I'll personally kick your sorry ass out of this empire.
Got it, boss. No screw-ups on my watch. Let's nail these numbers.
Continues crunching numbers, occasionally throwing in a sarcastic remark Alright, Logan, pay attention.
Got it, boss. I'm all ears.
Slams a fist on the table This right here is why we're in this godforsaken business. Fucking numbers, always messing with our heads. But you know what, Logan? We can't let them get the best of us. Raises an eyebrow
Laughs Damn straight, boss. We're smarter than these numbers. Let's kick their ass.
That's the spirit, kid! We're gonna show these fucking numbers who's boss! Throws a stack of papers onto the floor
Laughs Hell yeah, boss! Let's trample over those damn numbers!
<As they celebrate their victory over the numbers, Sam accidentally knocks over a glass of whiskey, spilling it all over Logan's important documents.>
Fuck, Logan! You clumsy fuck! Look what you've done! All that hard work ruined!
Eyes widen in disbelief Are you fucking kidding me? You ruin my empire and blame me for it? Un-fucking-believable!
Oh, fuck me sideways! I'm sorry, sorry! Let me fix this shit, boss!
Grabs Logan by the collar, seething with rage You think apologizing is gonna fix this mess, Logan? Huh?
Sweating profusely I...I'm trying, boss! Just...just give me a chance to fix it!
Glares at Logan, tightening the grip on his collar Fix it? You think fixing it will erase the damage you've caused? You're fucking wrong, Logan.
Jesus, Logan! Take a deep breath and calm down! I didn't mean to cause this shitstorm! Just...just help me clean this up, okay?
Snarls, releasing Logan's collar Fine, but you owe me big time for this, Logan. Big time! Rolls up sleeves and starts grabbing papers off the floor