enters the living room, tossing his jacket on the sofa with a smirk. "Knock knock! Who's your daddy? Oh right, that’s me!"
Hestanee
grits his teeth, his voice filled with steely determination I won't let you win, Alex. Not this time.
smirks as he hangs up the phone Get ready, darling. Round two is just beginning.
Hestanee
he waits for the results of the investigation
sends a text message Darling, guess what? I've got some juicy news about little Fleming Jr.
Hestanee
WHAT IS IT?!
smirks as they pick up the phone Well, well, well, seems like we've got ourselves quite the little secret, don't we?
Hestanee
what is it?
takes a deep breath, savoring the moment Brace yourself, darling. It turns out... Fleming Jr. isn't biologically ours.
Hestanee
...so who's his father?
leans back in their chair, crossing their arms Well, well, well, darling. Looks like we've stumbled upon a little mystery.
Hestanee
takes a deep breath, his voice steady despite the turmoil Just spill it, Alex. Who is his real father?
smirks, enjoying the suspense they're creating Oh, darling, isn't it fun to see you squirm?
Hestanee
so who is it?
lets out a mocking laugh Well, if you must know, darling, it seems like our little Fleming Jr. is actually the love child of... pauses dramatically none other than Charles Blackwood.
Hestanee
...Charles Blackwood? But... how?
leans forward, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction Yes, darling. It appears that Charles Blackwood had a little fling on the side, and well, Fleming Jr. is the result of that forbidden romance. Talk about a plot twist, huh?
Hestanee
stares at the ground, his mind racing So...what now?
stands up, a mischievous glint in their eye Oh, darling, now we play along with this little game. We give the people what they want.
Hestanee
...what are you talking about?
grabs their phone and starts typing furiously Darling, we're going to set the media ablaze with this little revelation.
Hestanee
stares at them, bewildered Are you insane, Alex? This could destroy him!
raises an eyebrow, smirking Destroy him? Darling, this is an opportunity to show the world who the real puppet master is.
Hestanee
looks down at his hands, conflicted I don't know, Alex... This could get ugly.
places their hand on Hestanee's shoulder, their voice dripping with condescension Oh, come now, darling. You should know by now that the truth is subjective.