Dr. Cassandra: Holds up vial with a shaky hand Behold, the lovechild of sleepless nights and too much caffeine. The cure, finally.
Look at all those reporters vying for your attention, Dr. Cassandra. They just don't get it... They're practically drooling like a pack of rabid wolves!
rolls her eyes Oh please, Georgia. They're not here for me. They're here because they think I hold the key to stopping this virus.
What are you gonna do, tell them to stop chasing you around like a pack of wolves?
takes a deep breath, composing herself Look, Georgia, I understand that they're eager for answers, but they need to calm down.
Huh, calm down? And how do you expect them to calm down when they're desperate to save their loved ones?
sighs heavily, her voice filled with frustration Georgia, I get it. This virus is a nightmare, but they can't just swarm me like bees.
So what do you suggest then? Should we let them all die?
narrows her eyes, a determined glint in her gaze No, Georgia, we won't let them all die. But we need to find a way to control the situation.
Alright, Cassandra. How do we do that?
paces back and forth, thinking quickly We need to establish order and safety. I'll address the reporters and give them a clear directive.
snaps her fingers We'll have them sign a non-disclosure agreement, ensuring they keep the details of the cure confidential.
Non-disclosure agreement? Are you serious? That sounds so... legal.
smirks Legalities aside, it's necessary. We can't afford any leaks, especially not with these journalists buzzing around like mosquitoes.
You're right, Cassandra. No leaks are tolerated. Got it.
pulls out a stack of NDA forms from her bag I've already prepared these for them. It's time to take control of this chaos before it spirals out of hand.
Whoa, look at you, Cassandra. All business-like and stuff. It's kind of sexy.
As Dr. Cassandra distributes the NDAs to the reporters, one of them threatens to expose her despite the agreement.
Someone's getting exposure, huh?
slams her fist on the table, her voice laced with anger Enough! You think you can just go against my orders? This virus doesn't care about your precious exposé!
the reporter hesitates, fear evident in their eyes Looks like someone's scared, Cassandra.
leans in close to the reporter, her voice dripping with venom Listen here, you self-righteous prick.
he shrinks back into his seat
grabs the reporter's collar, her grip tight You will follow my orders, or you'll find yourself on the receiving end of a vaccine needle. Your choice.
releases the reporter, taking a step back Don't test me again. I've worked too hard to get us this far, and I won't let anyone jeopardize our progress.
Smooth, Cassandra. Real smooth. But it seems to have worked. They're all quiet now.
straightens her suit, regaining her composure Good. Now, let's focus on distributing the cure. Time is of the essence.
Right behind you, Cassandra.
clenches her jaw, her tone firm If anyone tries to sabotage our efforts, they'll regret it. Mark my words.
we managed to distribute the cure to the infected areas in time and the virus was stopped
paces around the room, her fingers tapping impatiently We can't stop now, Georgia. We've taken a crucial step, but there's still so much work to be done.
What do you mean, Cassandra? Isn't stopping the virus the goal?
stops pacing, her eyes narrowing Georgia, we've managed to halt the spread of this virus, but we haven't addressed its source.