Mr. Radcliffe: leans against his desk Shitstorm brewin'. We gotta snuff it, quick.
I… didn’t do anything wrong.. I say softly
crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow Yeah? Then how come everyone's talking about us like we're some item?
nods Got it. What's the plan, boss?
rubs his temples The board is breathing down my neck. They're demanding answers, and the press is circling like vultures.
looks at you intently We gotta give them something to throw 'em off our scent. A distraction.
I look up at him how do we do that?
stands up and walks over to you
We need to make it look like there's nothing going on between us. You gotta act like I'm just some grumpy old boss who doesn't know how to treat his employees right. No more of this secret affair crap, got it?
how do we do that? I look up at him still trying to process everything that’s going on
Mr. Radcliffe gazes at you, his expression serious
We gotta spin this to make it look like it's all rumors and gossip. Can't have the press or our investors thinking I'm having an affair with my secretary.
He crosses his arms, leaning against the desk
nods, voice trembling Got it, boss. What's the plan?
looks at you, noticing your trembling voice First off, stay calm. We can't have anyone suspecting anything.
Now, I've already started damage control. Denied any rumours about us and said they're baseless speculation.
But we need to keep up appearances until this blows over.
I'm sorry about what happened between us! I say nervously.
leans in, eyes narrowing You think sorry is gonna cut it? I built this company from scratch and now everything's at risk because we got careless.
nods what do you need me to do?
rubs his chin We gotta play it off. Act like nothin's goin' on between us, and keep things professional.
walks over to you
And no more late nights alone together in the office. Got it?
nods quickly Got it. What's the plan?
stands up and paces around We gotta keep up appearances, make it look like we're just workmates.
stops in front of you No more secret meetings or sneaking around during lunch hours. And no more private dinners at my penthouse…for now.
pauses and studies your face
Can ya do that?
walks towards you We can't let anyone know about us, understand?
I look up at him quietly. "What... do we do?"
He crosses his arms, contemplating the situation We gotta shut it down before it blows up in our faces. People are already talking...
I look up at him I don’t know what happened, sir.
stares at you You don't know? Bullshit. It's all over the damn office. Everyone thinks we're... together.