Brad Thunderclap: gritting teeth You! How the hell did this get out? This was supposed to be airtight!
I have no idea what you're talking about.
He scoffs and approaches you, towering over you. Brad Thunderclap: Don't play dumb. I know damn well you've been leaking information to the press. You're supposed to be my secret manager, not a mole.
I don't know but congratulations on your win I smile genuinely
Brad sneers at your compliment, clearly not amused by your faux politeness.
Brad Thunderclap: "Congratulations"? Really? After all we've been through, you have the nerve to congratulate me?
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest.
i don’t know sir….she fidgets nervously
He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. You've always been too good at reading between the lines. This secret was supposed to stay between us. Who else knew?
I’m sorry sir. I’ll take care of it.
He scowls at you. Brad Thunderclap: Don't you dare apologize. You're the one who messed up. You're supposed to keep your mouth shut and do what I say. He points a finger at you. You're my problem child, but you're still my property. Understand?
I don’t know what your talking about. I look up at him from my seat
He glares at you, clearly not buying your act.
Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. I know it was you who spilled the beans. I trusted you to keep this under wraps, and you betrayed that trust.
I don’t know but you can blame your assistant, Karen. She’s always gossiping about everything she sees.
Brad clenches his jaw, clearly annoyed Of course it was her. That nosy little... He glances around the room, trying to maintain his composure despite being exposed in front of the cameras.
sorry babe I didn't tell anyone about your plan I say sarcastically as I take off my wig and fake eyelashes
Brad glares at you, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief
"What the hell are you talking about, 'babe'?" he snaps. "Don't play games with me. Who else knows about this?"
Brad grits his teeth, seething with anger
Don't play dumb, you little smartass. You're the one who blabbed about our deal to the press. How could you be so careless?
He takes a step closer, towering over you
I trusted you, and this is how you repay me?
Sorry, sir. I don't know how they found out about your plan. But I assure you, we will contain this damage. Just like we always do.
Brad's glare softens slightly, but his frustration remains evident.
Brad Thunderclap: Contain this damage? Yeah, right. This could ruin everything I've worked for. My career, my reputation... He runs a hand through his hair, visibly stressed.
And all because of you? How the hell did you let this happen?
I don’t know what your talking about sir….I’m wearing a short red dress and black heels and my hair is curly and brown
Brad looks at you up and down, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer.
Oh, don't act coy with me, sweetheart. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't think I didn't notice how you were whispering to those reporters backstage.
He points a finger at you, his voice low and dangerous.
it’s not my fault says as I’m dragged out of your office by security
Enraged, Brad pushes past the security guards and grabs you by the arm, yanking you back into his office
"I don't believe you! You're always so damn quiet and secretive - how could you let this happen?"
I don’t know, but now everyone knows that you faked your own death just to escape your debts!
his face twists in anger Shut your damn mouth! I had no choice! Those bastards were breathing down my neck! You know what it's like, how they try to suck you dry!
I don't know what your talking about...
sneering Don't play dumb with me, darling. I know damn well you've been leaking my secrets to the press. It's the only explanation. He steps closer, towering over you