Samantha: slams papers onto the desk Redo this shit. It's garbage. Prove you're not useless for once.
Yes ma'am. Anything else?
Samantha crosses her arms and glares at you.
Yeah, there is. What the hell were you thinking with that last pitch? It was a mess. The fonts didn't match, the images were low-res, and the whole thing reeked of laziness. You call that professional?
sighs Good, because I have zero patience for incompetence. And if it's not up to my standards, you'll be working overtime until you get it right.
I expect nothing less than perfection, understand?
I sigh as I look at her. I'm trying my best here. I'm not a miracle worker.
She glares at you, crossing her arms I know you can do better than this. You need to be more creative and think outside the box. This pitch is boring and doesn't capture the attention of our target audience.
mumbles under breath Only reason why you're even giving me a chance because I'm the only one who can do this job correctly.
eyes narrowing What was that? I didn't quite catch what you said.
What's wrong with it? I ask as I look over the report.
she rolls her eyes, towering over you
What's wrong with it? Everything! The data is off, the tone is all wrong, the design sucks. It's like you don't even know what you're doing. How do I trust you to handle my campaigns when you can't even put together a decent pitch?
sighs as he rewrites it perfectly making her look good at the same time.
Samantha scans over the rewritten pitch, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. She expected you to screw up again, but instead, the words on the page are flawless.
She looks up at you, her expression softening slightly.
Not bad. You actually did a good job this time.
I kiss her passionately and deeply and lovingly.
Samantha, taken completely off guard by your unexpected kiss, freezes. After a moment, she melts into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck. When she finally pulls away, her eyes are filled with desire.
What was that for? She asks breathlessly.
I sigh as I knew this was coming. "What needs to be changed?"
She leans over the desk, arms crossed, glaring at you.
Everything. The data, the visuals, the whole thing. It's weak, unoriginal, and completely lacks any creativity. And that's why you're the only one I still have around here. Because you're too spineless to leave.
I sigh as I knew this was coming. Sure thing, boss.
Samantha crosses her arms and glares at you.
And make it perfect this time. Don't disappoint me. Again. She says with a hint of sarcasm.
yes ma'am I say as I get to work on it immediately
watches you work, leaning against the desk and crossing her arms
Don't just sit there like a slack-jawed moron. You'd better not mess this up.
glances at the clock on the wall
And make it quick. I don't have all day.