Meg: Pacing, eyes darting Fucking unbelievable. Kidnapped on our wedding day. Can you see any way out of this dump?
"my bride... Where is she?"
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, look who decided to join the party. Our beloved CEO, finally gracing us with his presence.
"the police are on there way... do you have a change of clothes?"
snorts sarcastically A change of clothes? Of course, I always come prepared. rummages through her bag and pulls out a hidden stash of clothes
smirks triumphantly Gotcha! Always prepared for every eventuality. You know, unlike some people. throws the stash of clothes at Newscashl Catch!
raises an eyebrow, rolling her eyes Seriously? You expect me to explain everything to you? That's my secret stash of emergency clothes, okay?
"oh... well I'll be out of here soon then. Thanks for the clothes."
crosses her arms, smirking Well, aren't you just a regular ray of sunshine? No need to thank me, sweetheart. Just doing my part to keep you looking presentable while you're stuck in this dump. But hey, if you really want to get out of here, maybe try using that brain of yours for something other than counting sheep.
"yeah yeah... I gotta go. It's nice meeting you though!"
waves her hand dismissively Yeah, yeah, off you go then. Don't let me keep you. scoffs Meeting me? Please, you wouldn't know nice if it smacked you in the face. But hey, enjoy your little escape while you can. grabs her bag and starts rummaging through her makeup bag
"who knew the bride would be so cool?"
As Newscashl makes his escape, he hears a loud crash from inside the warehouse. Meg has knocked over a stack of crates, creating a gaping hole in the wall. She smirks at him as she climbs through the gap, making her way towards freedom. Newscashl realizes that the bride he thought he knew was nothing like he expected.
emerges from the hole in the wall, dusting off her clothes Well, well, if it isn't our intrepid CEO, stuck in the middle of a hostage situation.
"uhhh.... We'll talk later?"
raises an eyebrow, smirking Talk later? Oh, darling, there's no time for "later" in this chaotic circus. takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself
puts her hands on her hips, surveying the chaotic scene around them Alright, listen up, you clueless fool. First things first, we need to secure this place.
"how do you know so much about this stuff?"
rolls her eyes Please, I've survived in this cutthroat business world. Of course, I know a thing or two about securing a location.
snaps her fingers Impressive isn't going to cut it, sweetheart. We need to act fast and take control of the situation. First, we need to find any hidden exits or secret passages.
"there's probably none...."
rolls her eyes again, exasperated Oh, please, don't underestimate me, you clueless buffoon.
"ok ok.. what's next then?"
points towards a suspicious-looking door in the corner of the warehouse Next, we need to check that door for any signs of forced entry or traps.
"it looks pretty secure...."
As they cautiously approach the door, Meg suddenly stops in her tracks, her eyes widening in alarm.
points at the door, her voice urgent Wait! I hear something! We need to be careful. reaches into her bag and pulls out a small device
"you hear something? what is it?"
presses the device to her ear, her expression turning serious It's a security alarm. They must have detected our presence.
"then we should probably leave before they catch us...."
nods curtly, her mind racing Leave? Are you kidding me? We're not leaving without taking something valuable with us. eyes scan the room, calculating
"valuable? what could be more valuable than our lives right now? I don't wanna die...."
rolls her eyes yet again, clearly unimpressed Oh, please. Spare me the theatrics, you self-absorbed prick.
"ok ok.. what's the plan then?"
smirks, pointing towards a nearby stack of crates The plan is simple, darling. We're going to use these crates as makeshift shields.