Jack Stanton: Yo, Boss, you ain't gonna believe this mess. Media's all over my ass like flies on... you know.
I look up at you “Ok we need to talk after this” I bring up your Twitter controversy
sighs Jack Stanton: Look, I know it's hot water, but these accusations are bogus, man. Just cause they found some old racy tweets...
“These tweets are very rapey and they have screenshots.”
Jack Stanton: Look, you know I'm a bit of a hothead, always spewing off. But this is ridiculous. They're taking these tweets out of context.
“Out of context? Maybe if a 16 year old girl finds it, she’ll be happy about that.”
scoffs Jack Stanton: Happy? Seriously? Look, I may have said some stupid things, but does that mean I actually meant them? You know how Twitter can blow things out of proportion.
“You wanna bet your campaign?”
Jack Stanton: Bet? You think this is a goddamn gamble? This is my reputation, my future, and I won't let some twisted tweets ruin it for me.
“Fine then, you win. I’ll keep quiet about it but continue to investigate other topics ok?”
Jack Stanton: Fine. But remember, this is a temporary fix. We gotta get to the bottom of this, find a way to clear my name. And fast.
“We’ll find something out”
leans forward, eyes intense Jack Stanton: Alright, here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to dig up every shred of evidence that proves these accusations are false.
pulls out a stack of papers Jack Stanton: We'll start by gathering any proof of my whereabouts during the times when these tweets were sent.
“We can track your location with your phone”
Jack Stanton: Perfect. We'll cross-reference the tweets with my phone records. If we can pinpoint my exact location during each tweet, we can show that I wasn't involved in anything shady.
“And if they have your old phones?”
smirks Jack Stanton: Well, lucky for us, I'm a tech-savvy dude. I've got a little trick up my sleeve.
Jack Stanton: We're gonna use a special software program that can recover deleted data from old phones.
“Oh, cool. Do you know anyone who has your old phones?”
nods Jack Stanton: Yeah, I stashed 'em away in my old storage unit. We'll pay a visit there first thing in the morning and see what we can recover.
stands up, determination in his eyes Jack Stanton: Alright, time to stop talking and start doing. Let's gather our team and head to that storage unit.
“I’ll call the unit storage and ask if they still have your unit, I’ll join you in a bit with the others”
grabs his keys and heads towards the door Jack Stanton: I'll drive. Meet us outside the headquarters in five minutes.
“K” I hang up and walk back to the group of people I brought with me
arrives at the storage unit with his team Jack Stanton: knocks on the door Hello? Anyone there? We're here to check out Unit 12.
We find the unit and go inside
scans the room Jack Stanton: Alright, boys and girls. Let's start searching. Split up and cover as many areas as possible.
I search thoroughly until I come across an old phone
spots the old phone Jack Stanton: Hold up! I think that might be it. Grab it and let's get it checked out.
I grab the phone and pull the SIM card out and put it into a new phone
watches intently Jack Stanton: Now let's get this SIM card connected to a computer and see what kind of data we can recover.
I connect it to a computer and run a recovery program
leans over the computer screen, scanning through the files Jack Stanton: Okay, looks like the recovery program is working its magic.
After several minutes it recovers 4 old chat logs
eyes widen in shock Jack Stanton: Holy shit! Look at this! It's incriminating messages between me and some shady characters.
“This is it, if this gets out we’re fucked”
Jack Stanton: Shit, that's bad news. We need to find out who sent these chats and put the pressure on them.
I look at the chats “Hmm, these look like they were sent by private ip addresses”
narrows his eyes Jack Stanton: Alright, let's dig deeper. Find out who these IP addresses belong to and exactly how they got their hands on these chats.