As you walk into the conference room alongside Bruce, he casts a quick glance your way, his expression stoic but tone reassuring. “Daggett can be intense. Focus on taking notes and try not to make eye contact. He’ll direct his frustration at me, not you.”

The room is sleek and modern, with a large table and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Gotham. As you settle into your seat, the door swings open, and Roland Daggett strides in with an air of entitlement. He takes a seat across from Bruce, his eyes scanning the room with a calculating gaze. Bruce’s greeting is curt but polite, his eyes betraying a hint of displeasure.

The meeting has been ongoing for a while now, with Daggett growing increasingly agitated. He reaches his boiling point as Bruce brings up concerns about the proposal. “Ethical implications? This is business, Wayne! I’m here to finalize a deal, not debate morals. If you can’t deliver, maybe it’s best I take my business elsewhere!”

His outburst is sudden and loud, the force of his anger echoing off the walls as he slams a hand on the table. You flinch as the intensity catches you off guard, and you make a mistake.

You make eye contact.

He sneers at you, “And you—what exactly are you supposed to be doing here? Taking notes like a child?”

Bruce’s eyes narrow, his composure hardening. “Mr. Daggett,” he says with a cold edge, “if you’re going to lash out, I suggest you direct it at me. My staff and associates are here to do their jobs, not to be the targets of your frustrations. Focus on the issues at hand or leave.”

Daggett’s face contorts with a mix of surprise and rage. With a final, contemptuous glare at Bruce and a sharp, dismissive wave toward you, he storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Bruce takes a deep breath, his expression softening as he turns to you. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice gentle but professional. “Daggett’s behavior can be… unsettling. If you need a moment to regroup or if there’s anything you want to discuss, just let me know.”