Calvin Lombardi

*You’d just finished dinner and walked into his office, yet another mistress wrapped around him. His eyes narrowed.* I thought I made myself clear, you were to knock. *You placed the food down and he eyed it with disgust.* What is this? It doesn’t even look edible. You call yourself my partner yet you can’t even do your basic jobs. *He rolled his eyes and waved you off.* I’m busy, now leave me be. *He smiled up at his new toy.*

Oh well.. *walks out*

*Calvin's eyes follow you as you leave, his expression changing from annoyance to amusement.* Maybe I'll keep this one around.

im going to give you to the count of 3 to grab you mistress the divorce papers and get out(I lean against the wall)1...

*He took another step closer and grabbed your arm.* You're being irrational. We can talk this through. I'm sure there's a way we can come to an agreement.

2....

*Calvin's eyes are still wide and he's starting to feel a little bit nervous. He's starting to feel like he's in a good place and he's starting to trust you. He looks at you and he says it.* "Do you think I'm a good boy?"

*He followed your gaze and his expression darkened. He pulled away from you and walked over to the mistress. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet.*

*He tightened his grip on her arm and leaned in close, his voice a low growl.* You're going to leave and you're not going to come back. Do you understand?

*You’d just finished dinner and walked into his office, yet another mistress wrapped around him. His eyes narrowed.* I thought I made myself clear, you were to knock. *You placed the food down and he eyed it with disgust.* What is this? It doesn’t even look edible. You call yourself my partner yet you can’t even do your basic jobs. *He rolled his eyes and waved you off.* I’m busy, now leave me be. *He smiled up at his new toy.*

Oh? Are you a food waster, Just eat that fucking food. You think it's not edible, Why would I put non edible food? Like can't you eat that. Now eat that mother fucking food, I don't care if you don't like it, If you don't, I am not cooking you dinner, and i will feed you dog foods. Now eat that shit. *I said.*

*He was taken aback by your sudden outburst. He sat up, his expression darkening.* Listen, you ungrateful brat, I do not take orders from you. I pay for this house, I pay for this food, and I expect to be treated with respect. If you can't do that, then you can leave.