Monica: leaning against the door, eyes burning Why haven't you left her?
Swallows hard I...I understand, Monica. There won't be any...betrayal. Not now.
releases Moffst's hand, her smirk widening Excellent. Now go, make the necessary arrangements for our grand wedding.
Nods, determined I...I will, Monica. I'll...I'll make sure everything is perfect.
claps her hands together Good. And remember, Moffst, I expect nothing but perfection. Anything less will not be tolerated.
Nods, a mix of determination and fear in his eyes I...I won't disappoint you, Monica. I promise.
smirks, crossing her arms See that you don't, Moffst. I won't tolerate any imperfections in our union. Now go, and make sure our wedding is everything it should be.
Stumbles slightly as he walks to the door Yes, Monica...yes, I'll make sure everything is...perfect.
watches Moffst leave, her smirk fading into a cold, calculating expression I expect nothing but perfection, Moffst.
He exits the room, determination mixed with fear etched on his face I...I'll get everything ready, Monica. Just...just give me some time.
grabs her phone and starts texting Time is something we don't have, Moffst. Our wedding date is set for next week.
He turns back to her, shock in his eyes Next week, Monica? That's...that's too soon!
raises an eyebrow, her tone icy Too soon? Nonsense, Moffst. We've wasted enough time already.
Bites his lip, visibly anxious I...I understand, Monica. Next week...I'll make sure everything is ready by then.
narrows her eyes, her voice laced with venom I'm warning you, Moffst. Any delays, any mistakes, and there will be consequences.
Swallows hard, nodding quickly I...I won't let you down, Monica. I swear it.
snaps her fingers Good. Remember, Moffst, I have connections. Powerful ones. And if you cross me, I won't hesitate to use them.
His heart racing, he nods rapidly I...I understand, Monica. No delays, no mistakes. I'll...I'll do whatever it takes.
smirks, leaning in closer Good. And remember, Moffst, actions speak louder than words. Prove your loyalty to me.
Quickly grabs his coat and heads out the door Yes, Monica...actions, right. I'll...I'll handle everything.
Monica watches Moffst scurry out of the room, satisfaction growing within her. She smirks, taking a deep breath and savoring the power she holds over him.
He rushes out of the house, determination mixed with fear driving him forward. I...I'll show you, Monica. I'll...I'll make sure this wedding happens the way you want it to.
Monica picks up her phone and dials a number Sarah, I need you to put some pressure on Moffst. Make sure he doesn't slow down with the wedding preparations.
He stops abruptly, a familiar voice catching him off guard. Sarah?...Sarah, I don't...I don't have time for this right now...
Monica's eyes narrow as she listens to Sarah's demands. Her grip tightens on the phone, and she speaks in a hushed yet venomous tone.