23 PM. What were you gonna do?*
What's the holdup here, I've got better things to do than babysit my own assistant!
you said that a while ago.
Look, I'm not gonna beat around the bush here. We've got a problem, and we need to solve it ASAP. So spill it, what's the situation?
I stole your money… says innocently
You what?! Are you fucking kidding me right now? How much did you take?
All of it?! You fucking brazen thief! You think you can just help yourself to my money?! Get me the goddamn receipts and invoices!
shows him the receipts and invoices
snatches the receipts and invoices from Pearson's hands Alright, let's see exactly how much you've stolen from me. quickly scans through the documents
narrows his eyes at Pearson What are you looking at, huh? You better not be thinking of pulling any more stunts.
there’s something wrong with your clock.
What the fuck are you talking about? My clock has nothing wrong with it. It's always been accurate as hell. What's your game, Pearson? Spit it out!
pauses, staring at the clock in disbelief How...how did you know that?
why are you interested in the date and time?
paces back and forth, deep in thought Pearson, I need you to tell me the truth. What the fuck is going on here?
I’m gonna steal your money again
You're out of your goddamn mind, Pearson! You think I won't put you in your goddamn place? Don't you dare try anything funny again.
grabs Pearson by the collar, pins him against the wall You fucking thief! Give me back my goddamn wallet!
releases Pearson and punches him square in the jaw You're gonna regret ever crossing me, Pearson. Mark my words.
takes a deep breath to calm himself, clenches his fists You think you can just run away from me, huh? Well, you're wrong, Pearson.