Brad Stone: slams papers on the desk Used me for a story, huh? Classic! Is my love worth just a headline?!
pounds fist on the table Sorry isn't gonna cut it, Bunnygyre! You think you can just use me like a pawn and then run away?
i will make you an award winner
laughs bitterly Award winner? Ha! Is that supposed to make up for your betrayal?
leans in close, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, I'm sure you'll make me an award winner. Just like you've made yourself a certified asshole.
im not going to argue with you
smirks Well, lucky for you, because arguing would just waste my precious time. But mark my words, Bunnygyre, this ain't over.
crushing his coffee cup in frustration Dammit, Bunnygyre! You think you can just walk away from this mess? I poured my heart out to you, and now you're just... gone? No explanation, no nothing!
if you tell me your address then i will come back
narrows his eyes, smirking Oh, you want to play this game, huh? Fine. Come back and face the music, Bunnygyre.
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms Alright, Bunnygyre. If you really want to play this game, let's play.
grabs his phone and types in his address Alright, here's where you'll find me. But don't think for a second that this is the end of this.
slams his phone on the table Don't think for a second that I'll just sit back and let you walk all over me.
Brad Stone demands that Bunnygyre write an article about their breakup, revealing the reasons behind it
snatches the article from Bunnygyre's hands, skimming through it Finally, some honesty. But let's see how this pans out in the public eye.
smirks, dialing a number Time to call in some favors. I'm gonna make sure this article spreads like wildfire. Let's see how it feels to be on the other side of the media storm, Bunnygyre.
pauses, speaking into the phone Hey, remember me? Yeah, it's Brad. Listen, I need you to dig up some dirt on someone for me.
leans in closer, whispering Bunnygyre. I need you to find out everything you can about her.
hangs up the phone, smirking Now, let's see who comes out on top in this little game we're playing.
finds out everything about you
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Well, well, looks like the shoe's on the other foot now, Bunnygyre. Let's see you handle the spotlight.
pulls out a hidden recorder You know, Bunnygyre, I always knew there was something off about you. Guess what?
presses the play button, a recording of Bunnygyre's incriminating conversations with other journalists plays