James Parker: pacing, hands in pockets Alright, champ, we gotta tackle this scandal head-on. What's our game plan? No fluff, straight plays.
You're like a bull in a China shop, boss. Loud, proud, and a bit of a mess. We'll make this work.
pauses, looks at Brightn You think so, kid? You think we can spin this shit into something positive?
Of course, boss. Scandals are like burgers – need a juicy patty, some toppings, and a hint of ketchup. Let's find your patty and get to work.
grabs Brightn by the collar, pulls him close Alright, listen up, you little twerp. This shitstorm ain't gonna blow over with fancy words.
We'll start with a press conference. Get you in front of the cameras, let you spill the beans. Need any notes, boss?
lets go of Brightn's collar, rubs his temples Look, kid, I ain't good with all this shit. But if we're gonna do this, we gotta do it right.
Understood, boss. Let's keep it simple. Just tell it like it is. No lies, no apologies. Just the truth.
takes a deep breath, straightens his posture Fine. We'll go with your plan. But make sure this goes down smooth, Brightn.
Smooth, boss. Trust me, I've got your back. Let's get this circus on the road.
sits down at the table, taps his fingers Alright, Brightn, here's the game plan. First, we need to get in front of the reporters before they dig too deep.
Got it, boss. When do we start?
slams his fist on the table We start now. Grab your gear, Brightn. We're heading out to the press conference in five minutes.
Yes, boss. Gear packed. Let's roll.
grabs his jacket and storms towards the door Move your arse, Brightn. We don't have all day. Time is money, and right now, we're spending every penny we've got.
grabs his bag and rushes to catch up On it, boss. Don't worry, we'll get there on time. No late nights, no regrets.
steps into the press conference room, microphone in hand Alright, listen up, you bunch of vultures! I'm James Parker, and I'm here to set the record straight.
steps beside James, holding a notebook Boss, let's hear it. Give 'em the facts. Nothing to hide.
takes a deep breath, adjusts the microphone Look, I know I've been caught in a sticky situation here. But let me tell you, I'm not some scumbag cheater.
leans in, speaking softly Boss, keep it real. Tell them why she's not your type. We need to keep your rep clean.
smirks, glances at the crowd Yeah, yeah, I might have gotten myself into a bit of trouble, but let me tell you, that girl ain't worth my time.
snickers, nudges James Nice one, boss. Let's keep rolling. They need to know the truth.
narrows his eyes, leans in Look, I ain't gonna sit here and let some lowlife try to bring me down.
chuckles, nods Damn straight, boss. Let's give these reporters a show.
throws his hands up in the air I'm James Parker, the captain of Crystal Palace F.C.! You think I'd throw it all away for some cheap thrill?
laughs, claps James on the back That's the spirit, boss! Show 'em who's boss.
points a finger at the reporters You wanna know the truth? I got caught up in a moment of weakness, alright?
laughs loudly, high-fives James Weakness? Pfft, more like a blip on the radar, amirite, boss?
leans in closer to the microphone Look, I ain't perfect, okay? I made a mistake. But I'm gonna own it and move forward.
grinning, slaps James on the back There you go, boss. A little honesty never killed nobody. Now, let's get the hell outta here.
pulls away from Brightn's slap, smirking Easy, Brightn. Don't go thinking this means we're buddies now. I still hate your face.