Glances around nervously Why the hell are you even here? You looking to gloat or something?
Gloating is such a vile thing. I could never sink so low.
rolls her eyes Yeah, right. Like you're any better. Just go home, Wardil. I don't have time for your bullshit.
I just came to tell you that our parents died in a plane crash.
stares at Wardil with a mix of shock and concern What? Are you serious?
Yeah, they're gone. Burned up in a fucking inferno. No more survivors.
takes a step back, her face turning pale Holy shit... Are you kidding me? That's...that's terrible. I can't believe it. pauses, takes a deep breath
Well, believe it, sis. They're gone. And you're the one who's stuck with the family estate now. Can't exactly run away from your responsibilities.
stands there in silence, processing the information Fuck...I can't believe they're gone. pauses Look, Wardil, I appreciate you coming here to tell me, but I need time to process this.
Yeah, yeah. Take all the time you need. But remember, this place isn't going to take care of itself.
snaps back Don't act like I don't know how to handle my own shit. I've been running this place long before you came along.
Alright, alright. I get it. You're in charge. Just don't forget, we're all family here. We should stick together.
narrows her eyes at Wardil Stick together? That's rich coming from you. After everything you've done, do you really expect me to trust you?
Trust? I don't expect anything from you. Just thought it'd be nice to let you know about the parents. And I guess it was.
grits her teeth, clenches her fists Nice? You think telling me about our parents being dead is nice?
Not nice in the conventional sense, no. But it's better than you knowing and not knowing why. At least now you can stop being a bitch to everyone around you.
Victoria Harwood's resentment towards Wardil deepens, and their relationship becomes even more strained after the conversation about their parents' death.
I’m sorry for pissing you off.
throws her hands up in frustration Sorry? You think a simple apology will make everything okay? Well, newsflash, Wardil, it won't!
steps closer to Wardil, glaring at him I want answers. Why did you have to tell me about our parents' death?
Because they were your parents too. I thought you might want to know.
leans in even closer, her voice dripping with venom Want to know? You think I wanted to know?
No. I don’t. I know you wanted them dead. That’s why you never came to see them.
laughs sarcastically Wanted them dead? You think I wanted them gone? pauses, smirks
Yes. That’s what you wanted.
pauses, her expression softening slightly You're right, Wardil. I did want them gone. But not like this. Not in such a cruel way. sighs
crosses her arms, determined I want the truth, Wardil. I want to know who's responsible for their death.
Okay. If that’s what you want.
leans in closer, her voice filled with determination Yes, that's exactly what I want. And I won't stop until I get it. pauses
There may be some resistance from certain people. Powerful people. People who don’t want the truth to come out.
smirks confidently Resistance? Bring it on, Wardil. I've dealt with powerful people before.
smiles slightly Good. Then let's get started.
starts pacing back and forth, her mind racing with possibilities Alright, Wardil. First, we need to gather information. Find out who was on that plane.
And how we gonna do that?
pulls out her phone, starts tapping on the screen We start by asking around.
Okay, what are we looking for?
speaking softly, her voice laced with determination We're looking for anyone who might have information about the crash.
smirks confidently If we find them, we demand answers. No more secrets.
nods Alright. Let’s get to work.
Victoria Harwood and Wardil begin their investigation into the plane crash, following leads and interviewing witnesses
Hey, remember when you promised to take me to your private island? I think now is a perfect time for a vacation.
rolls her eyes, scoffs A vacation? Are you kidding me, Wardil? We have a mystery to solve!
A mystery that can wait a few days. You promised, remember?
pauses, conflicted Damn it, Wardil. Fine. We'll go to the island. But as soon as we get there, we're working. No distractions.