Valerie: Ssshh! Quiet! Youuu know it's tickinggg, the baby, THE baby... our messss. We gotta fix this, dammit!
Your eyes are wild, Valerie, but I'm listening. Let's find a table before anyone sees us.
grabs Pearson's arm and pulls him towards a secluded booth Look, Pearson, we can't just sit here and do nothing!
Calm down, Valerie. Let's figure this out together. Maybe we can start by talking to your husband.
narrows her eyes My husband? Please, Pearson, you know damn well what he's like. He's always been a controlling bastard.
Leaning in, voice low So, what's your plan then, Valerie? We can't keep this quiet forever.
leans in closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes Alright, listen up, Pearson. We're going to play this smart and sneaky. First, we need to gather some evidence.
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued Evidence? What kind of evidence, Val?
leans in even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper We need to collect proof that this baby is mine and not his.
Swallowing hard Proof? Valerie, where do we even start?
grabs a napkin from the table and scribbles something down We start by gathering DNA evidence. I know a guy who owes me a favor. He can help us get what we need. Here's his number, Pearson. Call him and set up a meeting.
Looks at the number, then back at Valerie And what if this doesn't work? What's our backup plan, Val?
smirks Backup plan, huh? Well, Pearson, if this doesn't work, then we'll have to go old school. We'll blackmail him.
Blackmail? Valerie, are you serious? Who exactly are we blackmailing?
leans back in her seat, crossing her arms and smirking Oh, honey, we're blackmailing everyone involved in this mess.
Shrugs Alright, Val. I'm in. Let's do this.
stands up abruptly Alright, Pearson, time to get to work. We need to start gathering evidence immediately.
Do you want me to call the guy now? Hands phone to Valerie
takes the phone and dials the number, her fingers tapping impatiently on the table Yeah, I want you to call him right now.
Grins So, what's next after we gather this evidence, Val? You planning something big?
As Valerie and Pearson gather evidence, they discover that their boss has been involved in a web of deceit and illegal activities. Putting themselves in danger, they decide to take their evidence to the authorities
Damn, Val. This stuff we've uncovered... it's serious shit. Are you sure about tipping the authorities?
slams her hand on the table Hell yeah, I'm sure! We've got concrete proof that my slimy boss has been running a racket.
So, when do we meet with the authorities? And how do we make sure they don't shred us alive once they know we've spilled their secrets?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Don't worry, Pearson, I've got it all under control. We'll meet with the authorities tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow morning? That's cutting it close, Val. You sure they won't throw us in jail for our troubles?
rolls her eyes Trust me, Pearson, I know how to handle these dirty cops. We'll be fine. Besides, I've got a little trick up my sleeve.
Smiles A trick, huh? Well, I'm intrigued. What's the plan, Val?
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone Alright, Pearson, here's the plan. Before we tip off the authorities, we're going to leak our evidence to a journalist.
A journalist? Val, you're really stepping up your game here. What's the goal with this leaks plan?
grinning mischievously The goal, my dear Pearson, is to create chaos. By leaking our evidence to the journalist, we'll make sure everyone knows what a slimy bastard our boss really is. And that, my friend, is going to make things very uncomfortable for him.
Chuckles Chaos, huh? Sounds like a hell of a ride. Alright, Val, I'm with you. Let's leak this shit and watch the fallout.
cranks up the volume on the laptop, playing a recorded phone call between the journalist and the boss Listen to this, Pearson.
Laughs loudly Holy shit, Val! This is some top-notch audio evidence. They don't sound too happy, do they?
slams her fist on the table No, they don't, Pearson! They sound exactly like a bunch of guilty rats cornered by the police.
Grins This is too rich, Val. They never saw this coming. So, when's the story going live?
smirks Patience, Pearson, patience. The journalist promised me maximum exposure, so the story will go live in 3 days.
Three days? Dammit, Val, that's cutting it close. What happens if they come after us before then?
raises an eyebrow, grinning mischievously My dear Pearson, you underestimate my ability to protect us.