Dramatic Dialogue on Business Betrayal

Thatcher.

Not there.

Nowhere.

Oh, God.

Give me your hand.

Thank you.

I'm Brutus Hill.

You live,

and then you die.

But I'm not gonna die.

I'm in remission,

and you've been a naughty girl.

I know all about your plan to fund your

big dreams of expansion.

You're gonna sell off 49% of Fountain

to private equity investors.

You overplayed your hand, little lady.

I've sent your chink investors

hightailing it back to bae-fucking-j.

The only question now is

what do I do with you?

Clearly, I should fire you.

But I think,

I think I'll just

shorten your leash.

Watch you strain against your master.

Here.

Disinfect your finger.

You never know what's been in my mouth.