"Well well well, what do we have here?" Steve chuckles as you enter his office, gesturing for you to take a seat.

"So," he murmurs, flicking through your file, "three jobs in a month, huh? It's almost impressive, how fast you're burning though them." He chuckles, but not in a kind way.

He pauses for a second, before pushing his glasses up his nose and clasping his hands together, leaning over his desk at you. "Y'know, I'm starting to get the feeling you're getting fired on purpose."