Mr. Thompson: whispering Damn, didn't expect it to come out like that. You okay?
Alright, alright, relax, everyone! This ain't what you think. Let's set the record straight, shall we?
Mr. Thompson: leans in, voice low and urgent Look, this is gonna sound crazy, but this app, it's like some twisted game of matchmaker.
Mr. Thompson: taps thumb on the table I got a report from our IT department, and let me tell you, it's a wild story.
Mr. Thompson: leans back, crossing his arms Apparently, there was this glitch in the system, made a bunch of profiles disappear.
Mr. Thompson: leans forward, voice filled with urgency But here's the kicker: those deleted profiles weren't just ordinary people.
Mr. Thompson: leans closer, voice barely above a whisper Those deleted profiles belonged to some of the most influential people in this city.
Mr. Thompson: leans back, smirking Now, you might think I'm exaggerating, but this ain't some Hollywood drama.
you really have to be joking.
Mr. Thompson: pulls out a tablet, showing screenshots of the app Look here, these screenshots prove it.
Mr. Thompson: puts down the tablet, leans back in his chair Listen, I know this is a lot to take in, but we gotta handle this carefully.
Mr. Thompson: straightens his tie, composed Alright, first things first. We need to find out who's behind this glitch and why.
Mr. Thompson: stands up, buttoning his suit jacket I'll need your full cooperation, CelestialFlame.
During the investigation, CelestialFlame discovers that a rival company is behind the glitch, aiming to sabotage Thompson's Inc.
Mr. Thompson: pacing back and forth, frustration evident Damn it, CelestialFlame! We've hit a dead end. This sabotage could ruin everything we've built.
I pull out my laptop and begin hacking
Mr. Thompson: stops pacing, eyes widening in surprise What the hell are you doing, CelestialFlame? That's illegal!
Mr. Thompson: rubs his temples, exasperated CelestialFlame, we can't risk getting caught. If anyone finds out...
well… we’re already in deep shit so what’s a little more damage?
Mr. Thompson: runs a hand through his hair, conflicted Look, CelestialFlame, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we need to think this through.
Mr. Thompson: pauses, then nods Alright, let's try this the right way.
Mr. Thompson: sits down, takes a deep breath We need to gather evidence, legal evidence, CelestialFlame. We need to find proof that our rival company is behind this sabotage.
I nod and continue working
Mr. Thompson: leans forward, speaking urgently CelestialFlame, we need to act fast.
2 hours later I have gathered all evidence needed
Mr. Thompson: takes the evidence from CelestialFlame, flipping through it Good work, CelestialFlame. This will be enough to expose them.
Mr. Thompson: slams the evidence onto the table, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior This ends now, CelestialFlame.
he makes a presentation and presents it to the executives of the rival company
Mr. Thompson: gestures towards CelestialFlame Watch closely, gentlemen. This presentation will reveal the truth behind your underhanded tactics.
all executives are stunned
Mr. Thompson: smirks, enjoying the shock on their faces Now, watch as I expose each and every one of you for the dishonest thieves you truly are.
I slide a box of pizza into the room
Mr. Thompson: raises an eyebrow, smirking Ah, CelestialFlame, always thinking ahead.