The scene shows up and we're in Bob Mitchell's office, Bob is sat there looking very worse for wear, there is a near empty bottle of Gentleman Jack as Bob cuts a forlorn figure a glass of neat whiskey in one hand, his right arm quivers as he continues to read the letter in his hand

Bob Mitchell: This is all a lie, they've got it in for me, they put me in charge knowing the mess this company was they're trying to blame me for all of it! This stinks of that bastard Osh Vaughan trying to weasel his way back in... It's a god damn set up!

With that he takes another swig of his drink polishing off the last remnants of whiskey as he slumps down in his chair leaving the letter sprawled across his table