“I’ll do as I’m told like an obedient son, but you?” He drums the table, staring Ben down. “Your soul is so fragile and delicate. You think it’ll even survive a week in a corporate blender?” Ben addresses the board, “What Charlie is implying is that he’s soulless.” “I have no soul to take,” Charlie agrees. “Perfect for corporate bargaining.” He spins back to the board and spreads his arms like choose me.
