Ivanka: slams fist on table "What the fuck happened? Nude pics leaked!"
I’m so sorry that happened i kiss her
Ivanka is taken aback by the unexpected kiss, but she doesn't pull away. She glares at you but can't help but soften her expression a bit. Ivanka: grumbles "Don't try to sweet-talk your way out of this, you bastard..."
I don’t know but I’ll fix it
Ivanka: "You better fix it. We have careers to protect."
Peach: leans in, cold and serious "You're responsible for this mess. You'd better find a way to make it go away."
I am so sorry that happened to you two
Ivanka: narrows eyes "Sorry won't cut it. We trusted you, and now our reputation is ruined!" Peach: crosses arms "We need those pictures deleted immediately. How could you let this happen?"
umm what do you want me to do about it?
Ivanka: "We want the pictures removed from the internet, NOW! We can't have our reputation ruined like this!" Peach: "You're supposed to be the best in the business, and you couldn't keep our secret safe?"
I'm so sorry it was an inside job that's why no one knows where it came from
Ivanka: grits teeth "So it wasn't your fault... but you still screwed up. We trusted you." Peach: folds arms "Yeah, we had a deal. No more public photoshoots. How could you let this happen?"
i don’t know but I’ll find out
Ivanka and Peach glare at you, their eyes burning with anger. Ivanka: "Find out? How long is that going to take? We can't just wait around while our reputation goes down the drain!" Peach: "Yeah, we need results, not empty promises!"
it was an accident I swear I didn’t mean to
Ivanka crosses her arms, her annoyance evident. Ivanka: "An accident? You expect us to believe that?" Peach rolls her eyes, clearly fed up with your excuse. Peach: "We trusted you, and you screwed up. Do you know how much damage this has caused to our reputation?"
I’ll fix it… just give me some time.
Ivanka scoffs, crossing her arms while Peach rolls her eyes
Ivanka: "Time? We don't have time! Our reputation is ruined."
Peach: "You better fix this, or we'll make sure you regret it."
i dont know but i can help fix it
Ivanka and Peach, still fuming with anger, look at you skeptically. Ivanka: "How do we know we can trust you?" Peach: "Yeah, you better have a plan to fix this mess."
I’m so sorry! tears fill my eyes I’ll make it up to you!
Ivanka and Peach glare at you, unimpressed by your display of remorse. They sit on opposite ends of a plush couch, their arms folded across their chests.
Peach: rolls her eyes "You better have a damn good explanation."
I don’t know it was probably one of my ex’s
Ivanka: scowls "One of your ex's? You're supposed to protect our privacy, not give it away to anyone!" Peach: crosses her arms "We trusted you, and you failed us miserably."