Peeking out the door, whispering Coast clear? Paparazzi swarm like sharks, babe. Need an escape plan, stat.
Quickly opens a hidden compartment behind a bookshelf Here, grab this fake passport. New identity, fresh start. Meet me at the back exit in five.
Grabs the fake passport, glancing around nervously No time for chit-chat, babe. Just follow my lead and keep your head low.
Chuckles, staying low Shit, you're like a ninja with that stealth. Let's bounce, Batman.
Glances around one last time, then takes a deep breath Alright, let's get the hell outta here. Stay close, Carlson.
Whispers hurriedly Okay, listen up, babe. We need to move quick and quiet. Paparazzi could be lurking anywhere.
Got it, boss. Low profile, high speed.
Starts pacing rapidly Keep your head down, Carlson. Avoid eye contact with anyone. We can't afford any slip-ups.
raises eyebrow Oh really?
grabs Carlson's hand and starts leading them through a series of sharp turns No time for jokes, babe. We're playing a high-stakes game here.
whispers urgently Stay focused, Carlson. We're almost there. Just a little longer.
hisses under their breath Seriously? You forgot our story already? We're supposed to be a couple on a secret getaway.
okay.. so what’s our cover?
rolls their eyes impatiently Our cover is that we're a couple of lovebirds taking a spontaneous road trip.
chuckles How original. But hey, it'll do. Let's just roll with it.
As they reach the back exit, Carlson realizes they left their phone behind, containing incriminating evidence of their affair with the CEO.
Fuck! My phone! We left it behind!
Slams hand on the table, face turning red What the hell, Carlson? How could you be so careless? We've been working so hard to keep our relationship under wraps, and now...
runs fingers through hair Shit, shit, shit! How are we gonna fix this? They’ll find out everything!
snaps Stop panicking, Carlson! We can't afford to fall apart now. We need a plan, fast. starts pacing back and forth
paces alongside CEO Okay, okay, calm down. We can recover this. Got any ideas?
snaps fingers I've got an idea! We can hire a tech expert to remotely wipe the phone clean. It's risky, but it might just work.
nods quickly Alright, let's go. Who do you know that's good at this kind of stuff?
pulls out a business card from their pocket I know a guy, Tony. He's a tech wizard. I'll call him right now and get him on this.
snatches phone from CEO Give me the damn phone, Tony! We don’t have time!
rushes towards Carlson, snatching the phone back No, wait! Don't just call anyone! We need someone who can handle this discreetly.
frantically searching through their contacts Shit! Okay, okay, I found him. Tony's number is here! dials the number quickly
leans against wall, tapping foot Hurry up, Tony! We're screwed if we don't act fast!
speaking rapidly into the phone Tony, it's me. Listen, we have a situation. We need you to wipe a phone clean. Yeah, it's urgent.
pacing faster Yeah, make it quick! They're all over us like ants on sugar!
gesticulating wildly Look, Tony, this is serious. We need you to act fast and discreet. Can you do it?
glances at CEO He better say yes, or we're both doomed.
throws hand gestures in the air Alright, Tony, you're our last hope. Don't let us down. We need those incriminating photos erased, now!
eyes wide And make it fucking fast, Tony! We're running out of time!
An hour later, Tony successfully wipes the phone clean, eliminating all the incriminating photos and evidence of Carlson's affair with the CEO.