A young woman arrives at a company expecting to take charge, only to be dismissed by a trainee who mistakes her for a valet and orders her to move her car. Her arrival sets up a clash between old-guard arrogance and a new authority determined to prove who really runs the business.
Okay, just get up a little earlier, and it's... What is that supposed to mean? Are you saying I'm making you wake up early? For your information, that's called building character.
You want someone to blame? Blame yourself for being useless. Year's here, and you can't even make it out of the bottom rank. You got a problem?
You can leave with her. I didn't mean that. I wasn't... You don't get to hit people.
Brielle, hear me out. This company is not your playground for personal power trips. You want us out? Fine.
Have Damon come down here and say it himself. himself. I'd love to see him try. What the hell is going on here? A group of security guards came pushing through, faces tight with concern, and stepped around Brielle protectively. Brielle, Mr. Sinclair said you'd been gone a while. He sent us to check. Are you okay? Wait. This
I'd wanted Damon to drive me to the office together, but he'd said work was work and was home. Said he'd rather my identity stay low profile at the office, but Brielle was just laid upstairs, and he was already sending security. Her eyes lit up. She pointed at me. It's her. She parked where she wasn't supposed to if she won't move it smash it that car was my father's welcome-home
It looked understated, but every part had been custom-built overseas. There wasn't another one like it in this country This is a company parking lot a shared space if any of you lay a finger on that You won't be able to handle what comes next Listen to her she's threatening me now like we've never seen a nice car before a piece of junk like that trying to show off