6 months later - Executive Reception Area.
Evil: Good morning Linda - I was hoping you would still be here to share in this moment. I have come back to assume my rightful position in the corner office.
Linda: Why Mr. Evil, I hadn't heard you had been releas.. uh, er I didn't know you were back.
Evil: Yes, well, I was released early for good behavior.
Linda: I assume you are here to meet with Mr. Jones. I will announce your arrival.
Evil: That won't be necessary Linda. I think I know my way into my own office. Let's just give him a little surprise, shall we?
Linda: I'm not sure that's such a good idea sir… ah sir? Sigh, oh well - too late.
Evil enters Executive Office.
Jones: Why Mr Evil, what are you … ah I mean what a nice surprise.
Evil: Don't patronize me Jones. It has been an extremely long six months.
Jones: I am pleased to see that they let you out early sir.
Evil: Jones, I believe that you are sitting in my seat.
Jones: Well sir, I don't know how to tell you this but I have been asked to assume the duties of CEO.
Evil: That's nice Jones - but I'm back now. So, if you don't mind leaving this office before I call the police. Oh, and while your at it, why don't you just plan to take an extended break from this company. A PERMANENT BREAK. Jones, I will personally see to it that you never work again - anywhere.
Jones: I suppose we should consult with the FBI before we make the change sir. I'm sure they will have a thing or two to say about this.
Evil: I'm way ahead of you Jones. I have all the necessary paperwork right here. You see Jones, this little arrangement was all part of my plea bargain. I gave the FBI a few nuggets of useful information that they needed to build a case against a few of my subordinates. And in return, the FBI promised to restore me to my role of CEO upon my release from prison.
Jones: You mean that you sold out your own management team?
Evil: Jones, you're a fine one to talk after having sent me down the river without a lifejacket or paddle. You never really expected to see me again did you Jones? Well guess what Jones, I'm back! And you know what else? I always get even. Now, I'm going to give you to the count of three to get your measly, low-life carcass out of this office.
Jones: May I gather my personal items?
Evil: No, Jones! I will have them shipped to you. Now get out!
Jones: Yes sir.
Evil via Intercom: Linda, summon a member of the security team to escort Mr. Jones from the building. I want to make very sure that he doesn't take anything with him on his way out.
Jones Exits
