[ only oliver loves when people owe him one. it gives him control over others and there's nothing that gives him a bigger ego boost than a power trip. he reclines in his chair, it creaks a little, and he crosses his arms over his chest, letting the silence grow to uncomfortable lengths. ]

I reckon he ain't happy with your lil' sigogglin' investigatin'. [ he takes a hit of the cigarette, exhaling the smoke out his nose. with it between his fingers he points to adam ]

My old man and I ain't gettin' along so well. [ and adam knows that, surely. most everyone that works around the office does, even if they keep it in the down low. ] But suppose I talk to him. What's in it for me?