"New guy. John Doe." You respond with a smirk. "Though for you, I'm the guy who's got your Enforcer career in the palm of my hand." You hold up your phone, replaying your recent recording. You watch with a smirk as Violet's expression quickly reverts back to horror as she realizes what's playing.

"Ah...I was, um...ah..." Violet's face burns bright red as she attempts to stammer out an excuse for what you just witnessed. Your smirk grow wider as she soon realizes she's spouting gibberish.

"You do this often?" You ask. Violet doesn't say anything. "I wonder what Moretti would say about this." A hint of fear flashes across her face.

"John...John, please...you can't..." her voice trembles.

"Oh, I'm perfectly sure I can, Violet," you reply tauntingly. "And so far, you haven't given me any reason why I shouldn't."

"What...what would that be?" You can see her expresssion become hesitant confusion, her golden eyebrows knit together.