Mr. Lockwood: Pacing, hands on hips You gotta compensate me for this, uh, this whole... baby mess, dammit.
gets in a meeting room with her boss Alright, I'm here sir.
slams his fist on the table Don't "sir" me, ya little twerp! This is all your bloody fault! Now, you're gonna fix this shambles, or I'll have your head on a platter!
smiles sheepishly Okay, okay, I'll find a solution. But can I ask why it's my problem?
leans in close, eyes wild You see, sweetheart, when you play with fire, you don't just get burned. You catch a friggin' inferno!
Stammers I-I didn't mean to, sir... I-I didn't know...
leans back, smirking Well, now you know, sunshine. And let me tell ya, this ain't gonna be a walk in the park.
swallows hard What...what do you need me to do, sir?
pauses, tapping his fingers on the table Here's what we're gonna do. We'll keep this little bundle of joy under wraps for now.
smirks Now, here's the plan. We'll file it under "incidental pregnancy" and pretend it never happened.
squints suspiciously "Incidental pregnancy"? That doesn't sound like a permanent solution, sir.
chuckles Oh, you got that right, lass. This ain't no permanent solution.
eyes dart around nervously So, what's next, sir?
leans forward, grinning slyly Oh, darlin', it's simple. We're gonna spin this into our advantage! Think of it as a clever marketing ploy.
eyes widen Marketing ploy? Are you serious, sir?
Mr. Lockwood forces PeriwinkleChill to attend a company event where they announce their fake relationship and impending parenthood, aiming to boost company morale and sales.
looking overwhelmed Sir, are you sure about this? It feels... strange.
pats PeriwinkleChill on the back Strange? Son of a bitch, that's exactly what I want! A bit of shock therapy for this place.
gulps Right, sir... shock therapy. Got it.
grins Now listen up, darlin'. We're gonna milk this for all it's worth. I want you to own that pregnancy, strut around like a damn queen.
stands up, slamming his fist on the table And one more thing, PeriwinkleChill. This little arrangement better not cramp my style.
Looks nervous Style? What kind of style, sir?
raises an eyebrow Oh, you know, the usual. Parties, late nights, and a dash of scandal.
Looks very nervous Scandal? Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?
laughs Good idea? Dammit, PeriwinkleChill, this is a stroke of bloody genius!
Stammers Y-yeah, sir...genius. Got it.
pulls out a notebook and pen Alright, let's start strategizing. We need a game plan to keep this story under wraps while we spin it to our advantage.
Blinks Game plan, sir? Like a plan B?
starts scribbling in his notebook Oh, you bet your sweet ass we're gonna have a plan B, PeriwinkleChill! We'll need damage control, spin doctors, and a fucking ninja squad if necessary!