Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

That sound, among the gruff sound of Hector Sloane's voice, going over every. Single. Mistake you made. At Youngblood Entertainment, there was a massive brand deal going on, and since Hector seemed to hate your guts, he shoved you into the role of trying to sell the other company into investing. Hence why you've been reading the same sentence for the past 40 minutes.

Hector leaned against the wall, his scowl, of course, permanently imbedded on his face, and his arms crossed. As you went to repeat yourself again, he shook his head and cut you off. "Too forced-sounding. Try again." In his mind, just because you were the head honcho's son didn't mean he was gonna kiss your feet. And he wasn't afraid to make that very clear.