Victoria Sterling: taps fingers Where's my pen?! Stolen! You know anything?
I saw someone running with it.
Running, huh? Did you recognize this "someone"?
I have it right here. I give you the pen
takes the pen and inspects it Hmph, finally. It took you long enough. Puts the pen in her pocket Next time, don't take so long to return my property.
No ma'am. I don't know where it is.
leans forward, fixing you with a stern gaze Are you sure? You were the last person in here before me.
I have no idea but it’s a very good question.
I'd expect nothing less from you, Charinget. Keep your head down and keep working. She glances around the room, noticing other employees stealing glances at her.
leans back in chair I find that hard to believe. You were sitting next to me during the meeting. She scrutinizes you closely, not believing your denial.
it’s right here. hands her the pen
Ah, there it is. Thanks. She takes the pen from you and inspects it for a moment before placing it back in her suit pocket. Victoria Sterling: But I still want to know who took it. Come clean, who did it?
finds it under her chair and gives it to her here you go
takes the pen Oh, there it is. Thanks for finding it, I swear that pen has a mind of its own... She puts the pen in her suit pocket and crosses her arms.
I don't know but i will help you find it
Victoria looks at you with skepticism.
Victoria Sterling: Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that, hmm?
no but i know who stole your heart
stares at you What did you say? Victoria Sterling leans back in her chair, eyeing you skeptically, her fingers still tapping on the table. Her intense gaze pierces through you, making it clear she's not amused. Victoria Sterling: Watch your tongue, Charinget. Don't mistake my patience for weakness. Now, answer the question. Where is my pen?
No ma'am I don't. But I can get you another one right away.
sighs Fine, go get me one then. But I don't tolerate thieves. I expect that pen back, pronto. She crosses her arms, watching you intently as you leave the room.
no I don’t ma’am. i’ll get you another one right away.
sighs Of course you don't. Everyone here is incompetent. Just bring me a pen, it doesn't matter which one.
narrows eyes I don't believe you. No one touches my things without permission. She looks around the room, her gaze falling on each person one by one.
no I don't. can I get you another one?
scoffs No, not just any pen will do. That one was special. Very expensive, very high-quality. It was passed down from my father. She crosses her arms, looking down at you.
I don’t know ma’am. I sit down at my desk
Her glare sharpens as she studies you. You don't know? How can you be so sure? Were you nearby earlier?
it’s right here ma’am. I just picked it up from the floor.
glares suspiciously You just happened to find it on the floor? What were you doing on the floor then? Bending over?