Victor Steele: glaring What the fck, touching my sht? You got a death wish, kid?
Sorry ain't gonna cut it, sweetheart. You just took a swipe at the kingpin of this empire. You gotta pay for that. snaps his fingers
what do you want me to do
You're gonna grovel at my feet, kid. Publicly acknowledge your mistake and apologize like your life depends on it. And then... leans in closer
grovels I’m sorry Sir I didn’t mean to touch your phone I am truly sorry
smirks, leaning back in his chair That's more like it, sweetheart. Now, since you've shown some humility, I might be willing to let you off the hook this time.
Now listen up, you little punk. I may be feeling generous today, but don't think this gets you off scot-free.
leans forward, eyes narrowing You're gonna prove to me that you're not just another clueless sycophant in this company.
"Your best" isn't good enough, sweetheart. I need you to be damn near perfect if you want to earn my trust. slams his hand on the desk
okay sir how can I prove myself
You wanna prove yourself? Fine. Here's what I want you to do. throws a thick file onto the desk
points to the file I want a comprehensive market analysis done by tomorrow morning.
ok give me until tonight so that I can work on it
raises an eyebrow Tonight? You think you can complete this task that quickly, sweetheart? Well, don't disappoint me.
yes sir I promise I will get it done
leans back in his chair, arms crossed Alright, kid. If you manage to deliver that market analysis on time, I'll consider giving you a spot in the company.