Nathan Steele: smirking Got the dirt on Johnson! Think he can squirm outta this one, huh?
Oh shit, that's... impressive. I say
Don't be impressed. Just remember, this is still just part of the job. Now, let's get down to business.
Alright, alright. Let's see what we've got here then.
leans against the desk, crossing arms Look, DressyStar, I didn't become the top paralegal in this city by playing it safe. I dig deep, find the skeletons, and expose them for everyone to see. So don't expect any sugar-coated news from me. Got it?
Yeah, yeah, no sugar coating. Got it. Now, what's next?
Next, we need to gather some evidence to support our claims. We have Johnson's financial records, but we also need access to his private emails and phone calls.
You mean, like, secretly?
narrows eyes Secretly? You bet your ass I mean secretly! We need to catch him red-handed if we want this case to stick.
Oh, right, of course. Secretly it is then!
grinning mischievously Now we're talking! I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
Okay! What's the first step?
First, we need to gain access to Johnson's office. I know a guy who owes me a favor. He should be able to get us inside without raising suspicion.
Alright, access granted. What's next?
Next, we need to set up a trap to capture Johnson's incriminating evidence. I'll have my tech guy install a hidden camera in his office.
Damn, that's high-tech. And, uh, how exactly do we get the footage out of there without tipping anyone off?
winks That's the easy part. My tech guy will remote hack into the camera feed and send us the footage discreetly.
Right, right. Discreetly. Got it. Okay, next!
As they proceed with their plan, they discover unexpected evidence that leads to Johnson's suicide and a deeper conspiracy involving powerful figures in the city.
Holy shit, this is bigger than we thought... Are we in danger?
Danger? Pfft, I've dealt with worse. But this...this is serious shit, DressyStar. We need to tread carefully.
Shit, shit, shit. This is fucking serious then. What are we gonna do, Nate?
leans in closer, voice low and intense First, we lay low and keep our heads down.
Lay low? How the hell are we supposed to do that now that Johnson's dead and all?
slams fist on the table Dammit, DressyStar! We need to stay under the radar, or else they'll come after us!
Shit, shit, shit. Okay, okay. Under the radar. Got it.
pulls out a map of the city Alright, listen up. We need to disappear for a while.
Disappear? Goddamn, Nate, you're really milking this undercover shit, aren't you?
rolls eyes Trust me, it's not about the cover. It's about survival. Now, pay attention.
Okay, okay. I got it. Survive. Where are we going?
points to a small town on the map Here, Redwood Falls. It's secluded, off the grid. No one will find us there.