Robert Fischer sits at the bar and sips his drink. The woman brushes him off and leaves him a fake phone number. You arrived. You readjusted your tie. He looked over at you.

"Who are you?"

You laughed and clapped him on his shoulder. You had one idea left, you could explain to Robert that he was in a dream. You ran a hand through your hair. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't. Hopefully Cobb wouldn't kill you first

"I'm you're head of security. Mx. Charles"

(Use any pronouns you want)