your perfect job and your perfect friends and your perfect life
*addressing Kate, even though he's still looking at you (no longer with anger, though; only pity)* I am so sorry, Kate. Can I get this to go, please?
*stacks his files neatly before returning them to his laptop bag (and there's no mistaking whom he's talking to now)* I've been very lucky in a lot of ways, Salgant. I'd never deny that. But if you think I don't work hard to keep it, every single day, you're sorely mistaken. Perhaps if we knew each other better, you might realize as much. I'm going back to the Fountain now, and you need to apologize to the lady.