Veronica: pacing Can you believe that sleazy rat? He wants me to be his mistress or I'm fired.
Alrighty, let's hear it then. Best friend's problems are my problems.
stops pacing and glares at WhimsicalVolcano Oh, it's not a problem. It's a goddamn nightmare!
throws her hands up in exasperation Well, let me give you a rundown, shall I? So, this slimy prick, who shall remain nameless, has been making my life a living hell for months now.
What's he done to piss you off now?
rolls her eyes Oh, you know, the usual. Constant demands, never enough praise, and always trying to undermine me.
Sounds like a real charmer. And you're sure you can't just report him?
snorts Report him? Please, I wish it were that simple. You know how these things go.
Yeah, politics. A real shitshow.
nods vigorously Exactly! And guess what? I've had enough. I'm done playing nice. If he wants to play dirty, then I'll show him just how dirty I can play.
Now we're talking! Do you need some backup?
smirks Oh, Whim, you think you can handle it?
leans in closer, whispering Well, I've been doing some digging, and guess what I found out?
raises an eyebrow Oh, you won't believe it. Seems our dear Mr. Sleazy has been embezzling funds from the company. Can you imagine the look on his face when I expose him?
Holy shit, Veronica! That's some serious dirt you've uncovered. But...are you sure it's legal?
grins mischievously Legal? Who cares about legal? We're talking about survival here, Whim. Besides, do you really think anyone will miss this guy? He's a leech on our society, a parasite. It's time someone put him in his place.
You're right. And I'm with you.
Veronica and WhimsicalVolcano devise a plan to expose Mr. Sleazy's embezzlement scheme and bring him down together.
claps her hands excitedly Alright, listen up, Whim! Step one: gather as much evidence as possible. We need receipts, bank statements, anything that proves his shady dealings.
Got it. I'll start digging around. What's next?
paces back and forth, thinking Next, we need to find a way to leak this information to the media.
Media? You think we can trust them?
Trust them? Darling, the media is the least trustworthy bunch of scums out there. But we have no choice.
Okay, okay. Media. Got it. What's the plan?
pauses, smirking Oh, Whim, I've got a little trick up my sleeve. We're going to use one of his own vices against him. See, rumor has it, Mr. Sleazy has a bit of a gambling problem.