"You?!" Inspector Vance shrieked hysterically, as spittle flew from his lips, his face turning a violent shade of purple rage because his fragile ego could not comprehend how a commoner had bypassed their heavy security. "How the hell did you get past the guards downstairs, you filthy street rat?!"
Director Hayes slammed his whisky glass onto the table, his face turning completely red as he stood up, entirely ready to protect his corrupt underling.
"Director! This is exactly the pathetic, hoodie-wearing trash I was just telling you about!" Vance roared maliciously, aggressively pointing a shaking finger directly at Rick's chest, entirely eager to use his boss's power to crush the intruder. "He followed me here! Call the armed guards right this second and have this beggar violently thrown out of the windows for trespassing!"
