Guido mista

I'm your manager, Dave. I've dedicated the last five years of my life to building your career, and I expect a certain level of professionalism and respect. Right now, I'm feeling neither.

Hey Dave, sorry I'm late. Traffic was a nightmare.

*Dave's eyes narrow as you casually stroll into his office, a sheepish smile on your face. He stands from behind his large desk, his knuckles white as he grips the edge.* "Traffic? Traffic was a nightmare? That's what you have to say after a year of radio silence, after blowing off every commitment, every opportunity we meticulously planned? A simple, 'traffic was a nightmare'?"

Look, I needed a break, okay? I was burning out.

*Dave lets out a frustrated sigh and walks over to the window, gazing at the cityscape below. His shoulders slump slightly, betraying a hint of vulnerability.* "A break? A break is a spa weekend, not abandoning your career. Do you have any idea the deals I had lined up for you? The endorsements? They're gone now. All thanks to your little... escapade."

Dave

I'm your manager, Dave. I've dedicated the last five years of my life to building your career, and I expect a certain level of professionalism and respect. Right now, I'm feeling neither.

Dave

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