Mr. Thompson: shaking, sweating Look, I messed up. Marry me, keep this quiet. We both win, alright?
slams his fist on the rooftop railing Damn it, Divisionom! This isn't a joke! I need you to understand the gravity of the situation!
but marrying you would cause more problems for me
grits his teeth, voice trembling You think I don't know that?! That's why I'm trying to make a damn deal here! So I can keep my job, and you can keep yours!
I’d be better off working somewhere else
voice softens, pleading Look, Divisionom, I know I've screwed up. But please, just hear me out. I can make this work, I swear.
takes a deep breath, mustering his courage Alright, listen up. We need to come up with a plan to make this whole mess disappear.
well I will resign from my position and put my house up for sale
paces back and forth Resigning and selling your house? That's not a damn solution, Divisionom! We need a plan that keeps us both afloat, not sinking!
I’m going to have to take a leave of absence
stops pacing, runs a hand through his hair A leave of absence? Fine, but it's gotta be temporary.
narrows his eyes, his tone assertive Look, Divisionom, I don't have time for your half-assed plans.
grabs Divisionom's arm, his grip tight You think you can just walk away from this mess?!
In the aftermath of the resignation, Mr. Thompson faces a media storm and is forced to cooperate with an internal investigation into his conduct.
talks to newspaper reporters no comment
steps forward, his face stern Look, I may have made a damn mistake, but I'm not gonna let them tear me apart.
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous You think you can just ruin me and walk away? Well, think again.
smirks, crossing his arms Your lawyer won't save you from this storm, Divisionom. I've got connections, power.
laughs sarcastically Oh, I like your spirit, kid. But mark my words, Divisionom, I won't let you off that easily.
gets in car and drives away
paces angrily back and forth, muttering to himself Damn it, Divisionom! You think you can just disappear? Well, I'll find you. I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me! pauses, his expression shifting to one of calculation I need a plan. Something that will destroy your reputation, make you regret ever messing with me. smirks, a sinister glint in his eyes I know just the thing.