“We cut their throats, we bleed them dry, they’ll be lucky if they get eighty cents a share. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s… look… um.”

“Go ahead. Say it.”

“Well. It’s just that….”

“It’s just that it’s hard to take me seriously, isn’t it?”

“Sir… you’re….”

“Go on.”

“You’re an adorable little kitten, sir.”

“I’m an adorable little kitten with an MBA from Harvard. A kitten that makes eight figures a year. A kitten who lives in a huge house, with a garage full of classic cars and a gorgeous trophy wife at home. A kitten who can get into the most exclusive restaurants in this city without a reservation, who’s a member of the best clubs, who plays golf with the mayor once a month. A kitten who’s firing your sorry ass, Turner. I warned you about the disrespect. Get out of my sight. You’ll never work in this industry again.”

”...”

“Why are you still here, Turner? You’re fired. Fired, I said.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just… you are so goddamn cute.”

“Get out!”