“You think you’ll get in good with her and she’ll talk sweet nothings into my ear and you’ll get a promotion? Guess what, smartass—you miscalculated. I can’t stand Mandy. Even if you tied her down and force-fed her coffee and fried pastry until she agreed to sing your praises to me, I wouldn’t care. I am not someone who you can use social engineering to manipulate. Save that for the idiots we milk for investment cash. If you want to impress me, bring in a contract. Don’t think you’re going to coast on your frat-boy drinking-buddy bullshit.”
