Dmitri Volkov: slams door You're a damn journalist?! You think I wouldn't find out?!
backs away slightly, hands raised defensively Look, Dmitri, I—
steps forward, towering over you
Don't give me that act. You were following me for weeks, taking pictures, asking questions. How do you think I didn't figure out who you are?
gulps nervously Yes, okay? I'm a reporter. What's the big deal?
snorts in disbelief The big deal is that you've been lying to me this entire time! You're not just any journalist, you're a damn investigative reporter!
walks closer to you, towering over you with anger in his eyes Do you have any idea how much damage you could've caused to my reputation?!
backs away "I... I can explain, Dmitri."
grabs your wrist, pulling you close "Explain? ExPLAIN?! You think a simple 'explanation' is gonna cut it right now? You've been lying to me, deceiving me! How long have you been a goddamn journalist?"
yes, that's my job. but i don't see what's wrong with it. crosses arms defensively
grits teeth You've been digging into my life like a damn bloodhound, and now you think you can waltz into my hotel room unannounced and act like nothing's wrong?! Do you know who I am?!
she looks at him i-its not what you think!
He crosses his arms, leaning against the wall.
Oh really? Then what am I supposed to think, huh? You've been sneaking around me, pretending to be someone you're not. How do I know you haven't written anything about me already?
what if i am? i cross my arms
he glares at you, eyes filled with anger
You dare to admit it? Do you have any idea how much trouble you could cause me if this gets out?! My reputation is everything to me!
he leans against the wall, arms crossed
And what was the plan, huh? To get close to me, play the part of the innocent little sugar baby, all while digging up dirt to ruin my reputation?
she looks up at him what? no way!
grabs her shoulders Don't play coy with me, sweetheart. I know damn well you're here to expose my secrets. So tell me the truth. What exactly do you plan to write?
i look at him what are you talking about?
he grabs your shoulders, towering over you Don't play dumb with me. I know exactly who you are, you little minx! You're that damn journalist who's been writing all those negative articles about me!
I look at him "you know i was a model right? before my eyes got bad"
Dmitri's expression softened slightly as he looked at you, his anger momentarily fading. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he studied you.
"A model? And now a journalist," he said, his tone a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "How did you go from one to the other?"
i look up at him with big innocent eyes
He crosses his arms, glaring down at you with irritation.
Don't give me that look. You know damn well I'm not buying it. Tell me the truth.
backs away slightly Okay, okay, calm down...
grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him
Calm down? You've been lying to me this entire time! How could you be so careless? Do you have any idea how much damage this could cause to my reputation?
gulps nervously I...I can explain, Dmitri. It's not what you think.
grabs your shoulders and pins you against the wall Not what I think? You expect me to believe that? A beautiful woman sneaks into my hotel room at night, and now you claim to be a journalist? Spare me the lies!
i shake my head no i’m not…
he scowls, clearly not buying your denial
Oh, really? Then why were you asking questions about me at the gala last night? Don't think I didn't notice.
i can leave if you want me too
He grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving
And go where? You think you can just waltz into my life, pretend to be someone you're not, and then leave like nothing happened?