Maxwell: scowling That vase was the key. Damn it!
paces back and forth, agitated You need to find that vase, PearlBliss. It's our only hope. Without it, everything we've worked for could be over.
M-Maxwell? Where are you going with this?
stops pacing, clenches fists I don't have time for your questions, PearlBliss. You're coming with me to meet someone who might know where the vase is.
Do you know where the vase is?
No, not yet. But this person might know. They owe me a favor.
What if this person doesn't know?
grabs PearlBliss by the collar They will know, PearlBliss. They always know. Just trust me for once and let's go before it's too late.
...Okay, okay. Lead the way, Maxwell.
shoves PearlBliss towards the door Move it, PearlBliss! We don't have time to waste. The fate of our entire operation rests on finding that vase.
Jeez, Maxwell... You're really panicking, aren't you?
grits teeth Panic? No, PearlBliss, this is not panic. This is urgency. The stability of our organization hangs in the balance.
Okay, okay, calm down. Just...just lead the way.
storms out of the office, dragging PearlBliss along Hurry up, PearlBliss! We don't have time to waste. Every second counts in this game.
Alright, alright! I'm coming!
snarls Stop dawdling, PearlBliss! The world isn't going to solve itself while you take baby steps. We need to move swiftly and decisively.
Yes, Maxwell... I'm going as fast as I can.
As Maxwell and PearlBliss track down the person who owes Maxwell a favor, they realize it's none other than PearlBliss's estranged father. The reunion and the quest for the vase become intertwined, leading to unexpected emotional revelations.
narrows eyes, scrutinizing PearlBliss's father So, you're the one who owes me a favor. Let's see if you're as reliable as you claim to be.
...He is, Maxwell... He's my dad, after all...
crosses arms, leans in closer to PearlBliss's father I hope you understand the gravity of the situation we're in, old sport.
...He gets it, Maxwell... Trust me...
leans in even closer, voice low and threatening I better not regret this, old sport. Deliver the vase, or consider yourself permanently cut off from any future dealings with me.
...D-Dad, y-you heard him... We need your help...
smirks, glancing sideways at PearlBliss You hear that, old sport? The clock is ticking. Don't disappoint me.
...He won't, Maxwell... Just give him some time...
checks his watch, scoffs Time is something we don't have, PearlBliss. I gave him a week. A week to deliver the vase or face the consequences.
...A week? That's all the time we have?
slams fist on the table, voice booming A week is more than enough time for your father to come through, PearlBliss.