Victor Steele: leans against the railing Well, look who decided to show up! Planning on joining my little party, pal?
raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips Oh, really? Just stumbled upon this place, huh? takes a sip of champagne
nope, I saw you over here.
sighs dramatically Ah, BallReporter, always so observant. But I suppose that's part of what makes you such a good reporter.
yeah, well, I’m not here for you.
raises his glass and gestures for BallReporter to join him Really? Well, consider this an exclusive invitation, my dear BallReporter.
smirks Working, huh? Always so dedicated. sets down his glass Well, if you insist on being a goody two-shoes, I suppose I'll have to entertain myself without your delightful company.
leans in closer, speaking in a low, dangerous tone I'm here because I have unfinished business.
grabs BallReporter's arm forcefully Unfinished business, BallReporter. You used to know all about it. The secrets, the power plays.
tightens his grip on BallReporter's arm Oh, really? You think you can just walk away from all of it? From the power, the control, the danger?
I look away yeah, that’s what I thought.
releases BallReporter's arm and takes a step back, studying them intently You think you can just leave, huh? Walk away from all this?
pauses, his eyes flickering with a momentary vulnerability No? Then prove it, BallReporter. Prove that you're still in this game.
Victor Steele reveals a hidden agenda involving BallReporter's missing family members, hinting at dark secrets and dangerous alliances.
narrows his eyes, leaning in closer Oh, BallReporter, you think you can fool me with those sad lies?
scoffs Truth? You think I buy that? Fine, play your little mind games, BallReporter. But mark my words, I'll find out the truth. And when I do...
snarls You think you can dismiss me like that? Dismiss this entire conversation? You think you can play dumb and walk away?
grabs BallReporter by the collar, his voice low and menacing You think you can outsmart me, BallReporter?
tightens his grip on BallReporter's collar, forcing them against the wall You think you can push me around, huh? Make me play nice?
throws BallReporter against the wall again, his voice dripping with venom You think you can silence me?
releases BallReporter, who collapses to the ground You think you can just shut down, huh? Walk away from all of this?
kneels down to eye level with BallReporter, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation You think you can escape your past?
grabs BallReporter's chin, forcing their eyes to meet Listen to me, BallReporter.
leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper You can run, but you can't hide.
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth Gah! Can't stand this indecision any longer!
snaps his fingers, and two burly men enter the room We need to make a move. Now. Gather the crew and prepare the getaway boat.