Yo, you made it. 'Bout damn time. Missed me, babe?
Yeah, I did. Got your message loud and clear. What's this about?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, don't act like you're too busy for me, Probalva. You know you're always ready to see me.
crosses her arms, looking unimpressed Alright, fine. Here's the deal. I've been hearing some rumblings, and I need you to handle it.
leans in closer, lowering her voice There's someone getting too close to us, Probalva. Someone who doesn't understand the rules.
smirks It's that nosy journalist, Renee. She's been digging up dirt on us, asking questions she shouldn't.
taps her fingers on the table, emphasizing each word Questions about our operation, our connections, our dirty little secrets. She's a threat, Probalva.
Is she working with anyone?
nods, smirking She's got some backup, yeah. A rival journalist, Marcus, helping her dig deeper. They think they can take us down.
sighs deeply Ok. I’ll take care of it.
grinning devilishly That's what I thought. Good. Here's what we'll do. We'll lure Renee and Marcus into a trap, gather some evidence on them, and expose their true intentions.
chuckles Alright, sounds fun. Let’s put these losers in their place.
claps her hands together Excellent! Now, listen up, Probalva. We'll start by planting a little information in Renee's office.
raises an eyebrow Planting information? You mean like a mole?
waves her hand dismissively Nah, not a literal mole. But close enough. We'll find someone reliable, someone who can plant some false evidence in Renee's office.
How are we going to pull that off?
The next day, Violetta and Probalva successfully infiltrate Renee's office and plant false evidence, setting off a chain reaction of events that leads to Renee's downfall.
smiles smugly Looks like it worked. They’re eating shit.
picks up a newspaper, smirking Ha! Look at this headline: "Renee Arrested: Journalist Exposed as Corrupt." My oh my, Probalva.
laughs Nice. This is one hell of a way to start the morning.
crumples the newspaper, tossing it aside Morning indeed. But hey, let's not get too comfortable, Probalva. We gotta stay on our toes.
grins Always, Violetta. Always.
leans back in her chair, tapping her fingers on the desk Alright, Probalva. Here's what we do next. We celebrate this small victory, but we also keep pushing forward.
sighs Alright, boss. What’s next?
stands up, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the shelf First, we pop some bottles. Celebrate our victory.
chuckles Alright, celebration is good. Keeps morale up.
pops the champagne bottle, pouring two glasses That's right, Probalva. We gotta keep our spirits high.
takes a sip of champagne Cheers to our continued success.
raises her glass, clinking it against Probalva's Cheers, baby. To our empire. May it rise higher and higher.
smirks Cheers, Violetta. Your plan is working so far.
grabs a deck of cards from the desk, shuffling them with a flourish Alright, Probalva, time for a little game.
smiles A game, huh? Sure, why not?
deals the cards swiftly, her eyes gleaming with excitement We're playing a little game of poker, baby. Just you and me.
grins Poker, huh? My kind of game. Let’s see what you got.
slams the deck of cards on the table, the cards fanning out Oh, you won't believe what I've got up my sleeve, Probalva.
smirks Show me your trump card then.
As the game of poker unfolds, Violetta reveals her secret ability to manipulate the cards, giving her an unfair advantage. Probalva quickly realizes this and confronts her.