Marcy: Erm yeah, he's declined the job. He said he quits, I'm shocked, called him again. He's confirmed it.
???: He's going freelance?
Marcy: Yeah...
???: Welp, he's got guts, I tell him that. Don't worry, I'll handle it from here!
Marcy: Wh-
???: All under control! You are dismissed.
Marcy: Very well then, I know your judgement. Goodbye then.
*He slams the antique phone abruptly for a moment, but then slows down not to break it's delicate construction.*
???: Not my main workhorse, not with that passion, commitment and dedication. He's on his own.
I'll make him come back.