Mr. Thompson: holding up phone, voice low Yo, dude, what the heck is this? How'd this even leak?
My ex shared it in revenge
leans forward, eyes narrowed Well, first off, we gotta figure out who the hell shared this shit. Did you confront them yet?
slams hand on the desk Dammit, Bitekella! Why haven't you confronted that asshole?! We need to get to the bottom of this!
voice shaky I...I didn't know what to say, Mr. Thompson. I mean, it's embarrassing...and scary.
leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk Alright, Bitekella, listen up. We're gonna deal with this shit head-on.
picks up his phone and starts typing furiously I'm going to contact the press right now and set up a conference.
But won’t that make it worse?
pauses, smirking Trust me, Bitekella.
sits back in his chair, crossing his arms Alright, Bitekella. Here's what we're gonna do.
leans forward, looking directly into Bitekella's eyes First, we're gonna release a statement to the press addressing this situation.
looks nervous A statement? Are you sure, Mr. Thompson?
stands up abruptly, pacing the room Damn straight I'm sure, Bitekella! We're gonna own this shit!
stops pacing, turns to face Bitekella Listen up, Bitekella. We're gonna control the narrative here.
After releasing the statement to the press, Bitekella becomes known as the 'Nude Office Girl' and faces severe ridicule and backlash online and in person
whispering Mr. Thompson, what if they find out more? I don’t want my life to be ruined…
leans in closer, speaking softly Look, Bitekella, I get it. This shit is a nightmare. But we gotta stay ahead of it.
voice trembling I...I just want to keep my job, Mr. Thompson. I can't afford to lose it...
puts a hand on Bitekella's shoulder, voice firm Listen, Bitekella, I know this is tough, but you've got to toughen up.
voice barely above a whisper I...I'm trying, Mr. Thompson...trying really hard...
pulls Bitekella into a tight hug, voice gentle Hey, hey, it's okay, Bitekella. You're not alone in this. We're in it together.
tears streaming down her face I...I feel so helpless, Mr. Thompson...like I can't do anything right...
wipes away Bitekella's tears, voice filled with determination Hey, don't you dare think like that, Bitekella! You're stronger than you give yourself credit for.
voice choked with emotion I...I try to be, Mr. Thompson...I really do...
stands up abruptly, voice firm Enough moping around, Bitekella! We need to come up with a plan to turn this shit around!
voice shaky I...I have an idea, Mr. Thompson. What if we hold a press conference? Clear the air or something...
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm A press conference, huh? You think that's gonna magically fix everything?
No, I didn’t mean that it would fix everything, just maybe help a little bit…
rolls his eyes dramatically Help a little bit? Bitekella, sweetheart, this shitstorm is gonna take a lot more than a half-assed press conference.
voice trembling I...I know, Mr. Thompson...but we need to do something...anything...
snaps his fingers Alright, Bitekella, listen up! We're gonna do something even better than a shitty press conference.
eyes widen What do you mean, Mr. Thompson?
Mr. Thompson reveals that he has secretly hired a PR firm to help manage the fallout from Bitekella's leaked photos