slumps onto couch, head in hands Tío, la prensa me está matando. Gotta bounce back, you feel me?
grins Just promise me one thing, Lamine. Don't burn yourself in the process.
smirks, talking into the phone Don't worry, bro, I know exactly what I'm doing. First, I'm gonna call my lawyer.
Good. He'll know how to handle this shit.
talking into the phone Yeah, listen up, Joe. We need to get this show on the road. I want you to gather all the evidence you can find.
leans against the wall, arms crossed Alright, Lamine. Let's see if your lawyer is as fierce as you are.
waves hand in the air, agitated Joe, listen up! I want pictures, damn it! I want solid proof that shows I was set up. Don't bring me no mediocre shit, you hear me? Joe: voice over the phone, annoyed Calm your balls, Lamine. I'm doing my best here. sighs Alright, I'll see what I can do.
nods approvingly Good. Keep digging, Joe. We need to find the fucking truth.
slams the phone down, frustration evident on his face Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't believe Joe is slacking off.
chuckles Don't worry, Lamine. We'll find someone better than Joe. For now, let's focus on gathering our own evidence.
paces back and forth, muttering to himself Shit, Chronomini, we need to get ahead of this.
leans against the wall, arms crossed Ahead of it? Lamine, we're already knee-deep in shit. What's your next move?
stops pacing, looks directly at Chronomini We need to talk to those girls, bro. The ones who were there in Ibiza.
raises an eyebrow Talk to them? Are you serious, Lamine?
Dead serious, Chronomini. We need to hear their side of the story, find out if they were part of the setup.
Alright, Lamine. Let's track them down then. Where do we start?
pulls out a map and spreads it out We start by tracing their last known whereabouts. points to a location on the map Here.
squints at the map That's quite a distance from Ibiza. How do you plan on finding them there?
grins mischievously Bro, don't underestimate the power of social media. I've got a list of their friends, their hangouts, everything.
nods Alright, Lamine. Let's get this show on the road. Where to first?
puts on a cap and shades First, we're gonna head to the club district. Gotta find out if they're hanging out with their friends.
chuckles Lead the way, Lamine. Let's see if your plan works.
rushes out of the house, determined Come on, Chronomini, we ain't got time to waste! We gotta get rolling!
follows Lamine Alright, alright. I'm coming. Just don't trip, okay?
gets into the car, revving the engine Chronomini, buckle up! We're about to embark on Operation Truth Exposure!
laughs Operation Truth Exposure? You really know how to spice things up, Lamine.
Damn straight, bro! We're not just gonna sit around and let those bitches ruin my rep.
chuckles Yeah, well, make sure you don't end up in more trouble than you started in, alright?
Trouble? Psssh, trouble is my middle name, Chronomini! zooms out of the driveway, tires screeching
holds onto the seat Easy there, Lamine! We don't want to draw any unnecessary attention!
laughs, glancing at Chronomini Relax, bro! Attention is the last thing we need.
chuckles So what's the plan once we find those girls, Lamine?
grinning Bro, we're gonna confront them head-on! No holding back.
chuckles Confront them? Lamine, you're really stepping up your game, huh?
During their confrontation with the girls, tensions escalate, leading to a physical altercation.
watches the fight unfold Damn, Lamine! You really went all out there!
breathing heavily, adrenaline pumping Gotta protect my name, bro! Can't let those bitches ruin everything I worked for!
chuckles Well, you certainly made a statement, Lamine. But now, we need to clean up this mess before it gets out of hand.
wipes sweat off his brow No worries, bro. I've got it all under control. pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously
raises an eyebrow What are you doing, Lamine?
grinning Bro, I'm setting the record straight! starts recording a video on his phone