Samantha: takes a drag from her cigarette Oh, you're still here? Thought you got lost in those nerdy books.
No welcome to our shitty apartment.
smirks, blowing smoke rings Shitty apartment? Honey, this place is a dump compared to my luxurious penthouse. But hey, at least it's got character.
How can you afford that, when you live off my dad..?
raises an eyebrow, flicking ash onto the coffee table Afford it? Sweetheart, I don't just "afford" things. I own them.
You're using my dad, and owning a store doesn't mean shit when you leech off him.
leans back, smirking Leech? Honey, I don't need your dad's money. I've got my own empire. And if there's one thing I'm good at, it's making deals.
You're manipulating him, and taking advantage of his kindness.
laughs, a wicked glint in her eyes Kindness? Darling, your dad's kindness is his weakness. And I'm just exploiting it for what it's worth.
stands up, dropping the cigarette into an ashtray A piece of shit? You think that's bad? Well, sweetheart, I've been called worse by better.
I hope your exes come to get you, and that daddy issues boy leaves my life for good
narrows her eyes, a dangerous smile curling on her lips Exes? Sweetheart, I've lost count of how many of those parasites tried to crawl back into my life.
Daddy issues? That's you in a nutshell
throws her head back and laughs Oh, you think you know me? Daddy issues, huh? Maybe you should take a look in the mirror, sweetheart.
steps closer, towering over Stranger Narcissist? You have no idea what real narcissism looks like. But let me give you a taste, darling.
slams her hand against the wall Trying to play hero now, are we? You think you can push me away like that?
Leave before I call the cops on you for harassment
grabs her purse and storms towards the door Harassment? You think your little threat will stop me?
It will, and he's going to support me
pauses, glaring at Stranger He better not support you. Because if he does, consider this a warning, darling.
snaps her head back, a dangerous glint in her eyes He what? pauses, seething with rage Fine.
Go ahead and make your stupid threats, but know this, I've got evidence of your manipulation
gritting her teeth, her voice dripping with venom You think you've got evidence? Sweetheart, I've made sure to cover my tracks.
Not the text messages I took, or the recordings I made
As Samantha storms out, she realizes Stranger has gathered irrefutable evidence against her
stops in her tracks, turning around with a furious expression You wouldn't dare.
smiles I would, and I will
clenches her fists, her voice trembling with rage You son of a bitch!
The judge won't take kindly to your tactics
takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Fine. I'll fight this in court, and I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me.
pauses, her eyes burning with determination Lose? You think I'm afraid of losing? Sweetheart, I always come back. And when I do, you better watch out.
We'll see you in court, Samantha. Get ready to rot in jail
grabs her car keys and storms out of the house You think this is over? I'll show you rotten. Just wait and see what I have in store.
The police are on their way
muttering to herself as she gets into her car Dammit, why do I always have to play dirty?
Because you're a criminal
grabs her phone and makes a call Hey, it's me. Listen, we have a problem. I need you to find a way to delay that court hearing.