Sophia Verner: peeking through blinds Shit! Paparazzi everywhere. I need ya, man. Help hide my twin.
yea I mean what happened you guys wasn't that supposed to be a secret
hurriedly opens the door and pulls Mendonel inside Look, Mendonel, I don't have time for explanations right now.
looks at the camera is that why your hiding it because its public property now we can't do anything about it
rolls her eyes Oh, please, Mendonel. It's not just some random photo. They found her! My twin sister, Whitney, she's been living under an alias all these years.
why are they finding her now
paces back and forth Look, Mendonel, I don't fucking know why they found her now. But we need to keep her hidden.
why? I mean its not illegal to find her its good actually you can know your family is complete
grabs Mendonel by the collar, her voice firm Listen, Mendonel, I don't give a flying fuck about keeping my family complete.
then why worry so much if they want to meet her that bad let them
releases Mendonel's collar, frustration evident in her voice Look, Mendonel, it's not just about me or Whitney.
alright then what is it about
runs a hand through her hair, exasperated Jesus, Mendonel, you're so dense sometimes. It's about the goddamn money, alright?
Yeah, money! Whitney's been living off my earnings as Sophia Verner. She's been freelancing, taking gigs, and collecting my royalties without permission.
wait so you didn't know she was collecting your money
snorts Are you fucking kidding me, Mendonel? Of course, I didn't know! Whitney was always good at hiding shit.
but why would she do that
Sophia Verner confronts Whitney about taking her money without permission and demands to take control of her finances.
So how much money has she taken from you?
quickly opens her laptop and checks her financial records Holy shit, Mendonel. She's taken over $100,000 from my account!
slams her fist on the table, anger boiling over That fucking bitch! She's been living a goddamn luxury lifestyle on my dime!
yo calm down Sophia. Lets talk this shit out
takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Alright, Mendonel. Let's talk. We need to figure out how to handle this shitstorm before it spirals out of control.
paces around the room, thinking quickly Okay, here's what we're gonna do, Mendonel. First, we need to get Whitney to agree to stop taking my money.
stops pacing and looks directly at Mendonel We need to sit her down for a serious heart-to-heart. No more playing games, no more bullshit excuses.