"You're quiet welcome," he deadpanned, not letting this man upset him.
James put the folder down. "Mr. Zabini, let's make something very clear," he said, leaned against the desk. "I'm the junior under secretary of my office. You are the senior under secretary of this one. I'm not your errand boy, and our job is not to make speeches for people who can't write them for themselves. We make decrees on the media and communication and we make speeches for the Minister, so unless you were elected this morning, we're doing you a courtesy. In exchange, you will give me the courtesy and respect that my position requires.
"Also, I don't tell you how to do your job, don't tell me how to do mine. I might be young, but I kick arse when it comes to the media, been in it since I was born, in fact, and I don't need help qualifying anything. You, on the other hand, will be the one crucified for using such vague term," he said. "Now, I've heard everything you said, but those aren't headlines. Added legitimacy means little when there are extra fees that are passed on to the consumers, because those who talk about legitimacy will go shop where things cost less, even if there is no new license."
He picked up the folder. "Next time, if you don't want to give me the information that aren't in the bloody folder, don't waste my time calling me here. So unless there's anything else, I'll go do my job."