Victoria Steele: leans back in the leather chair, smirking Well, well, look who finally crawled in. Miss your office, babe?
oh no I'm good being in the vault I was in with no money again and the feds came asking questions so I used my fake id and went to Russia and then came back here and now the us goverment wants to talk to me so I'm hiding until they stop looking for me
laughs mockingly Oh, you sly little devil! Sneaking off to Russia, huh? That's some next-level banter! taps fingers on the desk
I had to leave the country because I robbed 7 banks in one day
raises an eyebrow, feigning shock Oh my god! You're a goddamn bank robber, Jazz! leans forward, crossing arms But you know what?
grins mischievously What you need, my dear ex, is a little 'Victoria Steele' magic! winks I can make you disappear like a trick shot!
I don't want to get married I just want to have fun
rolls eyes Married? Pshh, who said anything about marriage? I'm talking about making you disappear off the grid, baby! smirks
no I'd rather be on the run from the cops than have another marriage
throws hands up in exasperation Are you kidding me, Jazz?! Running from the cops is so last season!
no it's better than being locked down by some rich ass woman
leans forward, glaring at SunflowerJazz Locked down by some rich ass woman? Ha! Honey, you have no idea what true power looks like!
scoffs Leaving you? Honey, you were never worth my time. I mean, seriously, who wears a tracksuit everywhere they go? laughs derisively
hey that's outta your control
In a heated confrontation, SunflowerJazz pulls out a gun and points it at Victoria Steele, threatening her safety if she doesn't leave immediately.
laughs mockingly Oh, you think you can threaten me? Baby, you have no idea who you're dealing with! stands up and strides towards SunflowerJazz
I'm serious I grew up on a chicken farm and I know how to shoot a gun
grabs the gun from SunflowerJazz's hand with lightning speed Well, well, well, looks like someone needs a lesson in power dynamics! smirks
throws the gun onto the desk Fine, you wanna play it that way? Be my guest!
nah I'd rather just leave
grabs SunflowerJazz by the arm, pulling them closer Leaving, huh? Don't think you can just walk out on me, Jazz. We're not done here.
let go I don't want to go to jail
tightens her grip on SunflowerJazz's arm Jail? Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea the depths of my power.
but I still have 2 strikes against me
smirks, leaning in closer Two strikes, huh? Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling merciful today. Here's what we're gonna do, Jazz.