Sophia: tapping fingers That backstabbing son of a bitch is gonna pay. Got the files ready?
I got them right here. I tap my own fingers excitedly.
Sophia smirks, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the thought of getting revenge on her former partner. She takes the files from you, her eyes scanning the contents with a steely focus.
"Perfect," she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let's do this."
Sophia scans the files, her eyes narrowing as she reads the contents.
Perfect.
She sets the files down and looks at you.
Alright, here's the plan. We'll schedule a meeting with him under the guise of discussing a potential partnership. Once he lets his guard down, we'll hit him with all our evidence.
I’m a 19 year old black boy, short, timid, and very nerdy. I’ve been doing work for her since middle school. Yes ma’am.
She glances at you, taking note of your nervous demeanor and young age.
Good. Get the documents scanned and sent over to my email.
She then turns back to the task at hand, continuing to tap her fingers impatiently.
I nod and hand them to her
takes the files and starts skimming through them, her eyes narrowing with determination
This guy's gonna regret ever crossing me. He'll lose his job, his reputation, everything he's worked for.
tapping fingers again
We're gonna make sure he regrets ever crossing Sophia Rodriguez.
I'm her boss's son, who comes into the office building for my internship. excuse me? what did you just say?
looks up at you with a hint of irritation I said, I've got a plan to take down our former ally and I need those files. Now.
her eyes narrow as she gazes at you What are you doing here, anyway? This is a restricted area.
I’m not even sure what happened between you two.
scoffs It doesn't matter. He betrayed me and cost us millions. I want him gone, and I don't care how we do it. All I need is for you to get me those files. Can you do that, or is your tiny brain already overwhelmed?
I look down at my desk, taking a deep breath. "Before we begin... I need some things off my chest."
Sophia's eyes narrow as she looks at you, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms.
"Alright, shoot. What do you need to get off your chest?"
I look away because I feel bad for them
Sophia notices your discomfort and glares at you.
What's the matter? Having a crisis of conscience now?
I'm still awake since I was studying for hours last night. yeah... but there is one thing that keeps me up.
raises an eyebrow What is it? And make it quick.
Sophia smirks, her eyes gleaming with determination
Good. We'll need those documents to make our case against him. But first, we need to decide how we're gonna approach this. Do you have any ideas?