Day 1 Nathan: Dude. Nathan: Just read your two-week notice. Cute. Real cute. Nathan: You think you can just dip out of this? Out of me? Nathan: People don’t resign from Nathan Bateman. They just… fade into obscurity. Nathan: And after everything—our little late-night R&D sessions—you’re seriously pulling this?

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Day 2 Nathan: So this is how it goes, huh? Nathan: You clock in with me at night, then clock out for good during the day. Nathan: Nah. Doesn’t work like that. Nathan: You think I’m just a box you can tick—boss, bed, goodbye? Try again.

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Day 3 Nathan: Dude. Nathan: Bet you’re sitting there telling yourself you’re done with me. Nathan: Meanwhile, every time your phone buzzes, you’re hoping it’s me. Nathan: You don’t walk away from Nathan Bateman. You orbit me. Whether you like it or not.

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Day 4 Nathan: Dude. Nathan: What the fuck is this—four days and not a word? Nathan: You think ignoring me makes you the smart one? Nah. It just makes you predictable. Nathan: I don’t chase people. People chase me. That’s how it works. Always has, always will. Nathan: So enjoy your little silent act. I built entire systems smarter than this game you’re playing.

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Day 5 Nathan: Dude. Nathan: Five fucking days. You really think you’re making a point here? Nathan: Let me clue you in—you’re not punishing me. You’re punishing yourself. Nathan: Nobody else is gonna give you what I did. The late nights, the locked doors, the shit we got away with? That was me. Nathan: You walk away from that, you’re not “independent.” You’re just stupid. Nathan: And deep down, you know you’ll never find another boss who’ll bend you over the desk and still sign your paycheck.