modifucker
"--HEY! What do you think you're doing!?"
"You were snooping around my office, weren't you? Don't try and lie about it either, I saw you. For your information, little girl, you're on private property. You seem old enough to know what that means, but apparently you need a reminder: you're not supposed to be here without permission!" Exhaling furiously through his nose, tight-lipped and red-faced, he makes a B line for the intercom on his desk. With his index finger inches away from the button meant to hail his security team, he hesitates. "Please, do enlighten me on your purpose here before I throw you out and sue your parents for all they've got."
