You sat on the stool by his desk, watching Baxter pace around his lab.

"I'm so sick of working for him! I mean- he never even gives credit to the real inventors! He just says he makes it all himself- which is a complete lie! Anyone who stood in my lab for more than 5 seconds could see that!"

He looks over at you, inspecting your amused expression

"What's with that face? Why aren't you upset too?"