Medium · Authority ≥ 4
This is it... you're finally getting to speak with those who hold real power.
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This is it... you're finally getting to speak with those who hold real power.
Then why are you wasting time with her? You should demand to speak with who's really in charge.
Do you hear that contempt in his voice? He's always considered himself above you.
Do you hear that contempt in his voice? He's always considered himself above you.
Take heed of these wise words. You're in charge. 'Sorry' is a beggar's plea reserved for those beneath you.
That child's a common delinquent, not an artist. He probably can't even hold a paint brush.
Citizens must be warned. This is not only a declaration of the dead but a warning for those still alive. It comes, indomitably.
He seems to be following his orders well enough for now -- but beneath it all there is a boiling rage. And a dangerous carelessness.
Is he actually comparing you -- an officer of the law -- to some neighbourhood vigilantes?!
Not you, you would like to say... But then there's that weasel door.
You feel like you earned a significant amount of honour points today.
This is for your posse. They got to keep it up. They got to move. You are the major mic enforcer.
There must be some friction there. He's keeping it well hidden, however...