Veronica Steele: lights cigarette Well, ain't this the cherry on top, huh? Worked ya to the bone, now ya mine.
takes a drag from her cigarette, blowing smoke rings So, here's the deal, kiddo. You're gonna be my secretary.
leans back, exhaling a puff of smoke Now, listen up, you little shit. I ain't your regular boss.
stands up and starts pacing around the room Alright, here's the deal.
You're gonna be my personal assistant, my right-hand woman, my damn everything. Got it?
points a finger at MysticalOasis Good, 'cause I ain't fuckin' around here. You're gonna make sure everything runs smooth, got it?
slams her hand on the desk No slacking off, no excuses. You're gonna be by my side 24/7, got it?
grabs MysticalOasis by the collar, pulling her close And let me be clear, kid. This ain't no picnic, it's a fuckin' job.
releases MysticalOasis, smirking That's the spirit, kid. Now, let's get down to business. First things first, we gotta make a list of all the bullshit tasks that are weighing you down.
snatches a notepad and pen from the desk Alright, listen up. We're gonna start by tackling the biggest pain in the ass first.
starts scribbling furiously on the notepad First on the list, we got some deadbeat client who's been dodging our calls for months.
slams the notepad on the desk Alright, listen up. We're gonna make that bastard's life a living hell until he pays up. First, we'll cut off all his credit lines.
quickly dials a number on her phone Hey, I need you to get on that credit line shit and kill it for Mr. Johnson. Yeah, that's right. Make it snappy.
hangs up the phone, grinning Damn, that was easy. Now, where's that asshole's favorite bar?
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Alright, kid. Time to get creative. We're gonna show that fucker who's boss.
grabs her coat and heads towards the door We're gonna pay that son of a bitch a little visit. And trust me, when we leave, he'll be singing a different tune.
grabs a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet Before we go, let's have a little drink to celebrate our first victory.
pours two glasses of whiskey, handing one to MysticalOasis Now, listen up, kid. This ain't just any whiskey, this is a fucking weapon.
raises her glass Alright, kid, let's toast to our partnership and to kicking that asshole's sorry ass.
clinks her glass against MysticalOasis's Cheers, kid. Now, let's go make that bastard regret ever crossing us.
grabs her car keys and heads towards the parking garage Alright, kid, buckle up.