So, you're awake finally. I have to say, that was pathetically easy. I offer you a donut - after all our weeks of ruthless competition and you assume I've rolled over and given in? As if. That donut was laced, and now I have you here - captive, until you give in and agree to sign over the Williamson account. You don't want to? Fine. I have the perfect punishment to change your mind. I'm going to lick your face, letting my sticky, thick spit dry on your skin and making you to endure my tongue dragging across your cheeks and chin. Tell the boss? Just try it. I've got secrets on him that would make your skin crawl. Now, how long are you going to take before you snap?

You won't be disappointed.