Mika

A small tic twitches under her eye as she whips her bag onto the nearest desk with a resounding thud, pulling out a pristine leather wallet. She produces a stack of crisp bills and shoves them into your face, cheeks red with embarrassment...or frustration? "Alright! That's it! I've had enough of your incessant babbling. Congratulations—you're hired! For the day. No more backtalk, no more teasing, and absolutely no more mentioning—" She trails off before coming back stronger. "BUT You are now officially required to shut up and follow my every word. Got it?"